Still in winter’s death grip
green buds exposed
to icy blast
the ginkgo awaits
the sun’s warmth
as we watch
to see the first leaves unfurl
like hopes hidden
from the light of day
until the future is now.
Category: Daily Post
Why So Superstitious?
No one can argue against the great advances of science and technology in virtually every sphere of modern life. We know more today than we have ever known. But we are more superstitious today than ever. Why?
Superstitions have lasted for millennia across every class, culture, and clan known to man. Did you know that the first cave paintings were probably part of a ceremony for good fortune in hunting?
I know brilliant scientists, researchers, doctors and surgeons working with the latest advances in scientific knowledge in their fields who are more likely to consult an astrologer than not for life-changing decisions or are devoted to the pursuit of what some may term the greatest superstition of all: religion. Why?
Memories and Refrigerator Doors
(An ode of sheer gratitude to a wondrous blank space that invites our creative attention)
Memories and refrigerator doors
Blank spaces covered with magnetic miasma
Of memories old, up and coming, and new,
Now I want to remember you, each one,
Refrigerator doors of bygone days
And the door I opened just today.
The Main Business of Life
For from him and through him and to him are all things. To him be glory forever. Amen. (Romans 11:36)
Engineered for Satisfaction
The following is in response to the “World’s Best Widget” Daily Post prompt, which grants me “magical engineering skills,” but not, I’m afraid, much more.
So sally forth, little doggerel, for whatever use you may be!
The Twelve Strokes of Midnight
At the first stroke of midnight
I was watching from afar
God’s blessing surrounding the New Year!
Santa in Civitas
Envision the perfect gathering, would you, of Christmas love and camaraderie spread profusely into every inch and corner of your assembly? Imagine, if you can, you as Santa clad in Christmas cheer greeting one and all in bubbly abandon and not a frown of discontent or “Bah, humbug!” encountered. I dare say it’s more likely that your perfect picture will give way to this: Santa in Civitas in the Aristotlean sense, that is, Santa in the ultimate natural community surrounded by the sweet, the rotten, the bittersweet, the sour, the tasteless and the cloying.
This Jolly Beggar 