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
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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