Hail man!
Hail the finitude of his beauty and hail the beauty of his finitude!
Hail this good earth whose soil he tills and with whose water he fills the gut of his hungry flesh, the abyssal infinity of his mind with wonders aplenty!
Hail the vessels of iron and wood upon whose steadfast crest he sails the tempestuous depths of the ocean!
Hail the star-studded tunic of the Universe within whose melancholic brilliance lies bounteous journeys—hail the reward of destinations thereupon!
Hail the words of man's creation never to be found in the shadow of an insensate rock or in the tracheae of obdurate mountains!
Hail the eloquence of his discourse that, by the will of its cause, births both good and evil, virtue and vice!
Hail the destinies he charts unto himself and remains lost in the grip of his selfsame foibles, for therewith upon that heaving bosom rest the pages of his histories!
Hail, in the name of trade, the various measures of courtesy he extends to his fellow man for the sake of their gold!
Hail, above all else, that he doth understand the democracy of his faith, for the election of his allegiance follows from the election of his humanity!
Agere sequitur esse, agere sequitur credere, fides probantur ens. Ave homo!
Showing posts with label theism. Show all posts
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Sunday, 29 May 2011
Tuesday, 3 May 2011
Orison of the knowing
Welcome home to this world, this world that makes us;
The world is the land beneath the road that takes us
On the journey we so often seek to undertake
Unto cities of gold where lie the fortunes we must make!
The world is the name of the cross that aches us;
The world is the home of the foe that stakes us;
Here we with memories bury the hatchet of hate
When our golden dreams fall to the ground insatiate!
The world is the hue of the blindness that breaks us;
The world is the shade of turmoil that shakes us;
Only here rests the unseen good of an unseen god
But punishment–oh yes–must be with a firing squad!
Such is the reward of this world that baits us
Guarding our treasure with trying fate it awaits us!
It is no longer the world that once remained our own;
'Tis the sole truth to the ignorant we must make known!
The world is the land beneath the road that takes us
On the journey we so often seek to undertake
Unto cities of gold where lie the fortunes we must make!
The world is the name of the cross that aches us;
The world is the home of the foe that stakes us;
Here we with memories bury the hatchet of hate
When our golden dreams fall to the ground insatiate!
The world is the hue of the blindness that breaks us;
The world is the shade of turmoil that shakes us;
Only here rests the unseen good of an unseen god
But punishment–oh yes–must be with a firing squad!
Such is the reward of this world that baits us
Guarding our treasure with trying fate it awaits us!
It is no longer the world that once remained our own;
'Tis the sole truth to the ignorant we must make known!
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