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)

Flickering Hope

The light of truth, glowing in the darkness,

surrounded by unlit candles, waiting

for a spark of hope to cast out duress,

and bless the flame that will glisten and sing.

Who will avail us, when the last word fails

to resemble anything deemed genuine;

and the house of cards, built upon the lies

of cancel culture crumbles in the wind?

(Causing the utopian dream to singe).

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The utopian dream will soon singe,

when the recklessness of society

gone awry, begins to weaken at the hinge,

that once kept people united and free.

The shadows of the past begin to cast

storm clouds over a brave new world’s likeness,

wherein free speech has been stifled at last,

and the only hope found, is the stillness

of the light of truth, glowing in the darkness.