Bright molten green
Drips down toward his wing,
His fine lady plainly stays dappled;
An impromptu discourse
Adorns my damp yard;
Whilst
wobbling webbed feet
Appear shackled...
He eyes her small speckles
Of soft, winsome brown,
Melded 'round pin-tips of gray;
The rain glistens down,
And stirs up sweet sounds,
As those two
Look forward to May !
poem by L.P.-G / copyright April 2023
Our ancestors yearned to be birds;
They longed to fly, much
Like chariots in the sky.
Night-flights, Ascensions,
Assumptions,
And Resurrections
Are at the very root
Of
that ardent aspiration...
Many envy
the
"Spring
in One's Step",
That which
allows the wearer
Magical
powers;
(An 'edge',
if you will ) ...
Yet, what say
Ockham's razor
To such
fanciful thinking ?
Horses
can't fly; ordinary persons
Don't glide
on thermal plains...
If looking dubiously
on
Grand-scale
levitation, know that
Independent
corroboration
Has its
place; Chariots in the
Sky are the essence of fables.
How will America truly achieve greatness if Trump
sets us upon each other like 'thieves'? This is NOT the way of [the historical] Christ,
but an outright rejection of his message. American greatness ought to be
defined by virtue, wisdom,
and humble service to others.
America’s greatness is NOT, and never has been, defined by power and wealth. If we choose Trump, we are crying out “Barabbas!” And like the crowd at Jesus’ trial, our souls will break when we call his name.
The above dialogue is an excerpt from an article authored by Steven Magnusen. Mr. Magnusen holds a master of arts degree in historical and systematic theology from the Catholic University of America.
