Thursday, June 24, 2010

Nostalgia, or Gabo was Right

It creeps in your heart like molasses
so sweet and so sticky and black
and if you succumb to its siren
you will vanish, and never come back
you will live in a world of illusion
and speak to the dead every day
and the longer you talk, your confusion
will wax and grow strong and hold sway.
If you live in the land of nostalgia
you will sit on the earth as a stone
and the vines and the berries will shroud you
and the earthlings will leave you alone
You will burn at that ancient stone altar
sweet incense and days of your youth
as they rise in a cloud, you inhale them
at first harsh, but eventually sooth.
Until time wears away on your body
the creases that made you a man
and Nostalgia, embalmer, mortician,
completes what he subtly began.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Just thought I should note that

It is a remarkable thing, how God in his providence, works all things together for good to those who love him and keep his commands. Being a sinner, of course, I can't claim to love him right, or keep his commands right, certainly not all the time, but even so, because I am joined to Christ, who perfectly loved God and kept his commands, I think I can fairly lay claim to the promise of Romans 8:28.

Anyhow, I'm teaching a Sunday-school class on worldview, and we'd finished our analysis of philosophical Deism, which places man and his reason as the prime reality, and in the evening sermon, the (visiting, no less) pastor preached out of Jehoikam's burning of the scroll in Jeremiah 36. He made the very specific assertion that this sort of thing is what happens when you substitute reason for God as revealed in his word. This was especially applicable since one of the primary sources we'd appealed to in class was The Life and Morals of Jesus of Nazareth (Jefferson Bible), which really did take a penknife to Scripture, editing out all that seemed "unreasonable" to the man who adorns our nickel.

The end of the matter, all has been heard. Fear God and walk according to his commandments, as revealed in authoritative, plenary-inspired Scripture.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Love is a Polyphage

Love is a polyphage
always consuming
insatiably thirsting
to swallow some more
Did you think it was gentle?
or mild and alluring?
these tricks it will play
as it slavers for more
Do you think you can dabble?
dip toe in the water?
watch out for your ankle
your legs, and much more
You may hold it at arms length
(beware for your arm)
but at last 'twil accept
your refusals no more
for love is a polyphage
incurably hungry
if it dies of starvation
you'll see it no more.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010


A flit
a fleeting
I saw
and heard
a laugh
and spun
to see
the sprite
but she was gone.