Monday, December 5, 2016



LIFE ELSEWHERE

               There surely must be life elsewhere than Earth

               Within the vastness of infinity;
               The Power that brought us forth would have no dearth
               Of its original capacity;
               It’s only that the distances are vast,
               And any traveler from afar would need
               To voyage longer than a life could last
               For its amazing mission to succeed.
               Assuming, though, the speed of light to be
               Not instantaneous, but nearly so,
               Perhaps we’ll summon the capacity
               To know the far away and long ago.
                    But then, there may be knowledge best unknown—
                    It may be better if we’re all alone.









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Sunday, December 4, 2016


MANDATE

                   To take for granted all that we’ve been granted
                   Instead of feeling that this world’s enchanted
                   And rife with miracles evoking praise
                   Is to neglect the wonder of our days:
                   How out of nothing everything emerged
                   By a grand Providential Maker urged
                   Who from the womb of Earth brought forth our kind
                   Blessed with not only precious life but mind,
                   Thus able to appreciate and praise
                   Our Source and heartfelt hallelujahs raise;
                   So therefore, we’re ungrateful and remiss
                   If we persist in attitudes like this;
                   Instead, to be God-like and to create
                   Is to fulfill our Maker’s prime mandate.









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Saturday, December 3, 2016


LIFE AFTER LIFE II

                   There’s hear-say and there’s read-say about death
                   And our survival in an afterlife
                   As if our spirit lived beyond our breath,
                   A thought, for most of us, to make us blithe.

                  And then, imagining we live again

                  Reincarnated for another round
                  Were fortune warranting a loud “Amen,”
                  As if one were majestically crowned—

                  Unless, of course, your life had been like hell
                  And you were happy to be shed of it,
                  Glad to be freed from such a wicked spell

                  Your raveled sleave of care at last unknit.

                       Now, as for me, as long as you appear,
                       I’ll gladly see you there and then, my Dear.








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STILL LIFE







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