Season for Seeing


SEASON FOR SEEING



Galmi



Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

Psalm 139.16



Thus, David sang as his eyes were watching God.  But in our season of Arctic cold seeing, our inner ears hear lamentations which our hearts dare not stomach.  Let mind dominate body.  Neither Taliban nor Caliban shall travel bans restrain as horrors drop like music in the revenge of acid rain.  In churning 2018 be merciful.  Donate the PLOTUS, the FLOTUS, the base of the Tribe of Trump, the Congressional folly, and the insanity of the body politic ----donate the offspring of Mammon and Avarice to your God.



Golem



"We need constant vigilance in order to make the United States the great nation it wants to be."

Fr. Kenneth Taylor, "Statement by the President of the National Black Clergy Caucus in Response to the Remarks by Mr. Donald Trump,"  January 15, 2018.



Once upon a time that never was, they cast their ballots as they took their knees through the

#LIFE MATTERS AND ME TOO, morphing into multi-gendered machines, doormats, and toilet tissue. Through streets paved with ten broken tablets they paraded, releasing doves and leasing platitudes baptized in the blood of a ham.  Alas, the sheep and their lambs.  Oak leaves fell like odes.  They truly pulled their poems from pine trees.  And in a world gone as wrong as the wind, the Golem stumbled through the doors of no return.  Protestant palaver and Catholic indulgences and Hebrews in conversation with post-pagan nonsense-----an abundant farting of false faith in the West.  The end was not an end but a sad beginning.  In the omega of its alpha, the Golem groused eternally.  These are the things the seven severing angels saw as the nations so furiously raged together and apart.  The universe ignored them and adhered to its mother's wit and its father's law.  S---holes nova in black holes everywhere.



Goylem



Let mine enemy be as the wicked, and he that riseth up against me as the unrighteous.

For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he hath gained when God taketh away his soul?

Job 26.7-8



Job was better than Samson as he spit jeremiahs upon his sores.  And his question is a scientific metanarrative, a judicious reward of reckoning for a nation that begs Satan to change its name. Your season of seeing is an advent of reinventing your terms of engagement.



Jeremiah Ramcat             1/21/2018 2:01:08 AM

Comments

  1. It's important to have our teachers be able to deliver the Great Books to us , with personal wisdom, for if they do not, who will?

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