A Perfect World

A perfected world, according to the designs of man, albeit promising, can not match the divine plan of the Father, who is sovereign over all. Try as we may to succeed, without first studying the Blueprint provided to us by His architectural firm, we only contribute to a modern day Babylon. Although we may seem to speak the same language, the illusion of harmony will fail to convince all.

Leaving G-d out of the equation, is like forgetting to place the mortar between the bricks. We make ourselves slaves for the sake of a common good, that may never materialize. We will only be left disappointed, when the utopia that we seek, morphs into a dystopian reality. Yet, in joining G-d’s team, our hearts will sing, and the poet’s claim will ring true: So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.*

*from William Blake’s The Chimney Sweeper, Songs of Innocence (1789)

Pruning Time

To write, or not to do so,
in ink, pixels, or pencil;
to express my views or not,
and risk being ostracized?

This climate of intolerance
sprung up as if overnight,
from an inflexible critique
of everything under the sun.

The seasons are changing
and the times are rearranging;
the values of the past have become,
like branches that must be pruned.

Yet, each time they grow anew,
they are trimmed back even further;
until, perhaps, nothing will be left,
except the barren trunk of a tree.

And, when that is reduced to nothing
except for a stump, planted firmly in the ground,
the seedlings will quietly sprout up elsewhere,
remaining hidden, until the light reappears.