We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending we lay waste our powers. William Wordsworth (1770-1850).
Humankind: Sinful, Rebellious and Faithless
Don’t it always seem to go
You don’t know what you’ve got ‘til its gone…. They paved paradise And put up a parking lot, With a pink hotel, A boutique, and a swinging hot spot. Joni Mitchell (1945 - ), Big Yellow Taxi, 1970.
Thou art smitten, thou God
Thou art smitten, thou God Thy death is upon thee, O Lord. And the love-song of earth as thou diest Resounds through the wind of her wings – Glory to Man in the highest! For Man is the Master of things. A.C. Swinburne (1837-1909), Hymn of...
God’s Grandeur – Crushed
crushed…. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And,...
A nothing person
They do not lie; they just neglect to tell the truth. They do not take; they simply cannot bring themselves to give. They do not steal; they scavenge. They will not rock the boat; but did you ever see them pull an oar? They will not pull you down; they’ll simply let...
My gift is me
Persons are the gifts of God to me. They are already wrapped, Some beautifully and others less attractively, Some have been mishandled in the mail; Others come ‘special delivery’. Some are loosely wrapped; others, very tightly enclosed But the wrapping is not the...