Dusted Nights

Coyote tears

on dusted blacktop lanes

whoso is a man could hears

paw prints passing through the plains

but silence is that fallen branch

out of sight and out of mind

so long as night comes not to our own ranch

sunken celestials will not bind–

 

not in heart,

no, and certainly not for sake of art…

The Question of Faith

Harold Camping - the man who predicted the end of the world. And got it wrong. Again. Image care of Wikimedia Commons.

This week I have a bundle of quotes for you, as the previous week extolled in me a need for some reason up in here.

Rapture has come and passed according to those who believed it – other Christian groups actually had members outside gatherings of these people to comfort them in their realizations – and so I thought it a good time to address not only faith, but to leave you with a little commentary on society…

“He who has faith has… an inward reservoir of courage, hope, confidence, calmness, and assuring trust that all will come out well – even though to the world it may appear to come out most badly. “
~B.C. Forbes

“Faith must be enforced by reason…When faith becomes blind it dies.”
~Mahatma Gandhi

“Faith and doubt both are needed – not as antagonists, but working side by side to take us around the unknown curve. “
~Lillian Smith

“I think we risk becoming the best informed society that has ever died of ignorance.”
~Reuben Blades

Perceptions

Divinity in a smile

These eyes, like stars alight

To stoke the fires of this passionate

Elation, embrace of thought

That tickles yet the nervous breath

Coiling through the nerves—

Sensory serendipity.

Watching this Mirage

Deception of romance

Serpentine coils of medusan gaze

Wrapping around this memory

Of a man, once knowing

These lines, unrestricted,

Entwining about his heart.

The portrait and the face

Smiling through the frown

Of this imaginary madness

We’ve come to call a life

Will this define

Or refine

Your perception of meaning?

What dreams we greet

To hide the nightmare

Of reality.