Worthless Fruit

Fruit on the tree, past its time,
Withered and long past sour.
Tired ideas, already tried,
Wasteful and wanton power.
Fools will consume it, smiling.
And point at us others, reviling.
But your "better" is certainly worse
Because sour, old fruit is a curse.

Step Closer and I'll Give ya Some Hope

I just had a very happy thought!
Our imaginations are so small.
We assume doom for what we've wrought,
But what if that ain't all?
The Great Depression ushered in
Some things that were unthinkable.
Who's to say, in the state we're in,
That big gummint ain't sinkable?
They are reaching audaciously
For our forgotten authority.
But what if we arose,
And punched them in the nose?

A Short Postal, Epistemological and Eschatological Epic (with picture)

The hooded man prowls the twilight
With two wheels to carry his load.
Not a burly man, rather slight,
But fiercely walking on the road.
He will deliver, there's no might,
The mail to every man's abode.
And devil come to give him flight
If e'er he stray from doing right.

Ides of February

It's that time of year again.
When real love is professed,
Not the fakey crap peddled by Hallmark.
Yes, it's the Ides of February.
Give someone you esteem
A canister of premium nuts.
For my Cashew I give cashews.
Funny how that works.

Stimulation

The squirrel looked at me from off of the wall.

"By some coffee," he said.

"And not the cheap stuff. Buy something that will stimulate the economy."

I don't know where squirrels get off being so pushy these days.

Stick of Fire

He took a stick of fire

And twirled it in the air.

Round and round the air it went

Pulled off with gypsy flair.

But then a slip and there it went

And landed in his hair.

It wasn't flame retardant

And then his head was bare.

The Dichotomy of Super Bowl Commercials

Why do we seek the evil, the profane, the ugly, the crude?
I'm thinking particularly of movies and tv shows which purport realism, but really only show life stripped of all redemption in its gore, hate and profanity.
Or instead we shield our eyes from all such things, even those which do exist in our actual lives and instead we exult in the silly, the airbrushed and the sentimentalized.

The Godly woman does not deny what exists, warty as it surely is. But she seeks the good in it, to bring that to light and give it its due.
The Godly man does not withdraw into fantasies. But he is willing to play and laugh and leave seriousness to the side for a time.

Life is deadly serious and there is much reason for Godly laughter in it.
Life is joyful exuberance and we must strive earnestly to do the right thing even when it hurts.

God's creation is beautiful and painful and we are called to live in it, make the best of it and give thanks for it. That is respect for life. That is reverence for God.