Today’s Elusive Bagel

Today’s Elusive Bagel

It was mid-morning, shall we say?

When an urge for a plain, toasted bagel

Took on me its sway

As I walked away from my work table.

Into my wheels I drove as if star struck

By a compelling logic

To the closest Starbucks

For a tall java and my bagel-eating project.

“But no,” said the barista

“We’re out of bagels today.”

So back on the 150 I drove eastward,

Heading for the next long-locks Siren on the way.

Upon positioning into a parking space

I was suddenly be-mused

By the store's remodeling at a leisurely pace.

It being closed, I descended into the blues.

One more chance as mid-morning about to close,

Into the Mall trotted I to the caffeinated stand,

An aromatic arabica brew filled my nose,

But there, too, no bagels were on hand.

“Why not,” said I to the polite young server?

“You’re the third store with bagels unoccupied.”

“Didn’t you know,” said the smiling, customer-oriented worker,

“The batches of bagels were compromised?”

Now what to do?

It’s approaching time for lunch.

With so many minutes and miles that I blew,

I’ll go to Panera’s and call it brunch.

Topsy Turvy

Topsy Turvy

It seems our political life

Is out of control.

All this fight and strife

Is getting old.

Is there calm ahead,

Or must we continue to tarry?

What seems like an endless thread

Of bickering is becoming more difficult to carry.

An energetic new face

Could bring hope out of hiding.

Not from the right in this case,

From the left, his time he’s a-Biden.

Love Present and Future

  

Not one of us knows our future,

But actually we do,

From our Maker there will be no suture,

When toward His Son we pursue.

All that He made is through love,

All that we have is His gift.

In all our denials we shove

Aside His love and we drift.

Heaven and earth crossed in nexus

When Mary delivered her child

To a sinful world, He perplexed us,

For all His strength He was meek and mild.

Enlightenment, modernity, and reason,

Make claim as superior to all.

Self-contained and a finite different season,

At the Renewal they will fall.

Principalities, dominions, and thrones

Claim powers for their region.

For all their murderous groans

Are infected, they are Legion.

Good and evil each lives,

And not simply as differences of opinion.

Good is what God gives,

Evil is Satan, sin’s minion.

Use your gift of reason

Not to resist your Creator,

But to avoid your eternal treason,

And accept the love of your Diaconal Waiter.

'Twas the Day Before Monday

'Twas the Day Before Monday

‘Twas the day before Monday

And all through the nave,

My nose it was a-stirring

I think, of rotten eggs.

Up from my knee bench,

I jumped from my pew,

Ran to the vestibule

To verify what I knew.

A brief talk with the warden

With no time to spare,

He said the rotten eggs I smell

Is natural gas in the air.

He dashed toward the altar

Told the preacher to “take heed”

And “evacuate this congregation

With great speed!”

“But first,” said the preacher,

“There is something to say,

Before we exit,

I think I must pray.”

The warden so astonished

At what he just heard,

Looked at the preacher,

And asked, “Seriously?”

Throw Caution Not to the Wind

Throw Caution Not to the Wind

Recall the end of World War One?

When reparations therein demanded

On a nation with resources none,

Creating a Weimar empty handed?

What happens naturally in any situation,

When in years of strong arm controls

Or, when the people’s House institution

As if a tree, cease sourcing itself from their rich soil?

Three branches of the established tree once equal,

And the most populate the most weak,

Tossed about by the other two as if a needle

Not by wind, but bi-polar power on it wreaked.

Triune inequality makes for dangerous a void,

One branch not using its roots

And leaving a fertile ground once enjoyed.

That ground, like a volcano, erupts with new fruits.

With this situation anything seems better than nothing,

With progressive measures to quell,

The grand old pretenders only bluffing

When feigning to stamp out the progressive spell.

The void, that vacuum, opens a new door,

For a different voice on the stump.

Elated, the people see a new boy,

To the old boys they think he will trump.

Be cautious of the lessons from Weimar,

Salvation pretenders and their solution.

What might look like a shining high star,

Could actually burn the entire tree as substitution.

What's Love Got To Do With It?

What's Love Got To Do With It?

With tongue in cheek I saw a probate judge today,

To find out how much I should pay,

To tie knots with all those I love,

Smacked I, as it was, by a multiplicity of legalized turtle doves.

The fabulous five had decreed

Nuptials valid through love only, indeed.

Marriage in sacred tradition officially driven to doom,

Just like tortured babies in their mother’s womb.

So, is it my turn to knot my many new loves?

Legally protecting my cats and dogs, even my gloves,

Because love, not children, declared now the basis

To marry anyone or anything in this new social stasis.

What does it matter how many I may marry?

My spouse could be either female or male.

Why should I delay, linger, or tarry?

When I foresee a rising polygamous scale.

This kind of love stops not with another human being,

Its legality allows for different sorts of spouses.

It’s not too difficult seeing

That this new definition of marriage lives in many houses.

With word usage, definitions, and traditions rendered useless,

This new era forms a terror unthinkable before.

The high court has jumped its intended purpose,

By lowering ordered society to the floor.

No social balance, nor even its pretension.

Society’s fabric deliberately eroded

Through a progressively-forced intention

By five justices, a new order they encoded.

  

Our Cultural Mess

The article linked to below is brief and well-articulated. It is about the decline of western Christian culture and the rise of the hierarchical secular state.

Our Cultural Mess