At meeting this past Sunday a Friend’s message asked for help. Specifically she described a particular situation that was troubling her, namely the latest development of our militaristic society, the way that technology-based warfare can create atrocities just as easily as human hands. In so doing, she asked for specific prayers from those gathered for worship. I believe she was lamenting, in part, how human achievement can be so useful and so destructive at the same time. Many Friends rose to fulfill her request. They were so numerous, honestly, that I now have trouble now recalling all of them. One woman recited aloud the Lord’s Prayer, which I memorized at a young age, as many do. Others provided words of comfort that were utterly foreign to me, but no less intriguing.
Category: Poetry
Oct 26 2010
Muse in the Morning
Oct 25 2010
Muse in the Morning
Oct 22 2010
Muse in the Morning
Oct 21 2010
Muse in the Morning
Oct 20 2010
Muse in the Morning
Oct 19 2010
Muse in the Morning
Muse in the Morning |
Time for a break from poetry…in order to create some art.
My uncle ordered popovers from the restaurant’s bill of fare. And, when they were served, he regarded them with a penetrating stare. Then he spoke great words of wisdom as he sat there on that chair: “To eat these things,” said my uncle, “You must exercise great care. You may swallow down what’s solid, but you must spit out the air!” And as you partake of the world’s bill of fare, that’s darned good advice to follow. Do a lot of spitting out the hot air. And be careful what you swallow. –Theodore Seuss Geisel |
Planetary System |
Oct 18 2010
Muse in the Morning
Oct 15 2010
Muse in the Morning
Oct 14 2010
Muse in the Morning
Oct 13 2010
Muse in the Morning
Oct 12 2010