Глава 1974: Preacher Gets Dirty On Philosophy

Preacher gets dirty on philosophy,

not realizing it is, by definition,

the love of wisdom.

And how more Godly could we be?

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Глава 1973: Midnight Mass

Star-lit Basilica,

dome of perfection,

wonderment and awe.

In peace, I worship,

solitary,

guiltless and free.

Ready, when I am,

my own midnight Mass.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Chapter 99: Hubris, Like the Wind Blows

The scientist is a celebrity, he’s frequently on TV.

He makes pronouncements, he expects you to believe.

He understands, it seems, the deepest mysteries of this and other galaxies,

until tomorrow, of course, “new discoveries”.

And God, he poses,

as if he knows, definitively:

“this kind of faith is a delusional fallacy.”

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As if, indeed, he knows.

… Like the wind blows,

he too will fade away.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Whatever Your Mind’s Eye Can Muster…

Hope and *Believe*

in Miracles.

Because, what else do we have to grasp?

Cleopatra’s asp and fear?

No! … Despair sucks us down.

I know it’s so,

as pain persists,

but, if and when you can,

resist.

And believe in *some* kind of miracle,

a possibility,

whatever your mind’s eye can muster.

Look beyond the horizon:

see epiphany and bliss.

Then turn inward, friend,

intimate, honest, candid,

and speak to God.

Cry,

speak and listen.

Commune

with

Peace.

 

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Vista (aka Perspektiva)

I see art,

and it’s beautiful.

The creation is truly a sensation!

But I understand what most men see,

on the wall,

in their souls,

and what they feel…

Base arousal.

 

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Привет, Приска

Paul was a joyless misogynist.

They assert,

it’s quite obvious,

and certainly seems clear.

(Nikak, i

ni v koyem sluchaye!)

Then they retranslate,

and realize,

it’s apparently not so,

so as to speak,

by no means,

and it may never be.

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Matters of style and misunderstanding…

Sublime and inadequate.

Sacred and human.

What else then,

is open to question?

 

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Something

So, you believe in something:

something undefined

beyond the mundane,

as you say.   …

So, you believe in something,

you just don’t know what.   …

Wow. How superficially deep,

noncommittal,

and

improbable.

 

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Молитва

The best prayers,

I believe,

are ardent fragments.

 

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Stepping Out In Faith? (aka “Do-It-Yourself” Supernatural)

Despite what the TV Preachers imply,

I don’t know if I can make my miracle fly.

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Sow a seed, if you please:

such harvest you will reap.

 

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Epiphany Rising

Submerged and submitted,

surrounded by ice,

I die to myself.

Agony, ecstasy, numbness,

cacophony and silence,

everything and nothing.

In those few seconds,

I cease to exist

and that

is bliss.

 

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