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2/26/12

Throw Away Life?




How sad is Man?
He values the rare,
Exults the extraordinary,
Crowns the celebrity.

God, on the Other hand, proliferates.
He calls good all He creates,
Dignifies life by His Love,
And Humankind by His Incarnation.

For want of goodness,
Man may usurp the place of God,
Seat himself
Upon that lofty throne.

For the want of love
Man may throw life away,
Too small, too young, too needy
Too dependent to matter.

How sad is Man upon his throne?
He beats his chest,
And declares his liberty;
Forgets his neighbor, chooses self.

How sad is Man,
Unencumbered of diety,
His own god,
And lord of all he has stolen.

Yet, God dignifies his defiant creature.
God respects the time of Man,
And give His Goodness
Sway over Holy Wrath.

Out-side of Time.
There is only the Eternal.
In Time, mind and Man are matter-dependent,
Sustained in rhythms tuned by the Creator.

When Time is rolled up
With the stars, like a scroll,
And fire devours all matter,
Where will the spark of Man exist?

While living, Man chooses,
Until Death declares
All he has chosen final,
The Star of Hope extinguished.

O Man, gladden the lot of Man.
Your eternity begins in the Heart of God.
You are rare.
You are extraordinary.

Celebrate the Lord, Your God!
Tough As Nails - Address to God

We are willing to discard the person for the part.
"We've made great strides", "...a long way, Baby."
You and Your creation shall serve us.
Yes, that is our "Way".

It makes perfect sense to us.
After all, You are invisible,
As invisible as a child within the womb,
That is, until the flesh is torn away.
We have the technology.

See, no cringing here. "Just do it!"
We're tough as nails.
You are familiar with nails?
Yes, tough as nails.
In this world you have to be!

Hello. Knock, knock. Are You there?
.... See, He doesn't care.
You hold Your anger, so we say,
"Where is this God of yours?".

Our world crumbles,
Chaos all around.
Evidence of Your absence or Your ire?
It doesn't matter.
You are the Past. We are Now!

If I pull Your beard, will You awaken.
Are You like us?
Will You take a poll
Or turn Your blind eyes?

In Your retirement or death,
We’ve found our voice. We've found our fist!
Not to worry. We've come a long way.
Crowned ourselves God!

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