Traditions and Religion

 

Gate to Seoul

Few people ever learn
That the twelve-days of Christmas
Is the Wild Hunt of pagan Yuletide
Repurposed by early Christian Missionaries.
December twenty-fifth itself-
The Roman Feast of Sol Invictus
During the time of Saturnalia,
The unconquerable sun
Reborn from slothful slumber
At the time of winter’s solstice
Set as holiday by Emperor Aurelian
Again, repurposed by the church.
Our Christmas tree is a Germanic throwback
From the 16th century
To Celtic boughs of evergreen
Themselves a throwback to Egyptian palm rushes-
The greenery a symbol of life eternal
Decorating the home in winter.
The Festival of Lights
Hindu, Jewish and Christian
Falling within weeks of each other
Celebrate and rededicate
Light conquering darkness.
There is a common human need
As shown in myth and ceremony
From ancient culture through a current common use
To remind ourselves in the dead of winter
When everything seems bleakest
That new life is coming.
Traditions and religions have been built on this principle-
Peace on Earth and Goodwill towards Mankind
Despite our baser nature.

Unaccompanied


He knows now.
There will be
No more dates.

No anniversaries,
Weddings, babies,
Looking forward.

But he missed
Uncalendared,
Mundane things.

A two-stroke
Jerking to life
Under biceps.

When sweat
Was life salt,
Not metal sick.

Finding strength
Gone, grieves
Capability.

Another cuts
Grass, carries
The burdens.

Decades ago,
He bore palls,
For his father.

Unaccompanied,
He will go by
gurney to fire.

Ashes to urn.
While another
Holds his wife.

Nothing left
To borrow,
But minutes.

Of Forges and Fates

National Cathedral

War is the crucible of humanity

Where heat and pressure burn away the dross

Transforming society.

 

The experience might forge a new society

As a rare and valuable alloy

Useful in its blending of elements;

Or,

It might just as easily,

Leave a brittle weakened state,

With poor metal in its spine,

Ready to shatter under the pressure,

Fragmenting in to shards of itself.

 

The nation that welds its various components,

Into one blade upon the forge,

Under the hammer beats of history,

Through in the fire of tribulation,

Tempered with a quench

Of Humanity and Humility,

Shall always win the day.

9/01/1939

Endless Road

What do I know about love?

More than I dare to measure.

What do I know about hope?

More than I know about treasure.

Columbia Appearing

Gate to Seoul

On the banks of a river at the edge of a storm,
I reflected on how the past gives the present its form;
How the sun and rain in close cooperation,
Allow the fields and farms to feed the nation.
On far away mountains, abundant ice and snow,
In spring and summer make the rivers to flow;
Then a trickling brook can a mighty torrent make,
When storms and erosion cause a levee to break.
Soon floodwaters rise and a harvest is lost;
Because the natural balance became tempest tossed.

As from a dream, a mythic visage then I spied-
On clouds Columbia, Goddess of Liberty, personified;
Dressed in Phrygian cap and star-spangled gown,
Carrying sword and laurel she made her way down.
With eyes full of sorrow and a contemplative sigh,
She opened her mouth to speak as she drew nigh.
Though the storm tried to silence her with thunderous roar,
She held up her sword and prepared for the war.
Lightning flashed as the gale blew from the left and right,
Columbia stood firm and still, displaying her might.

Then her voice a chorus of millions caused the storm to abate
As the judgment against her namesake she began to relate.
The politicians and partisans from the left and the right,
Through unending struggle for power created a blight.
Their turpitude and greed, as a source of division,
Could not go unpunished for failing to maintain her vision.
Liberty and Freedom require compromise and equanimity,
The battles of partisanship leads to slavery and inequality.
Then she struck down the villains and started anew,
Governance for the people both balanced and true.

Then she gave a gave a promise before returning to the skies,
That it is up to the people to determine if Liberty lives or dies.
If governance for the people by the people is to be our goal,
Then compromise and cooperation are what makes us whole.
As nature itself models the governance of our nation,
Yields its best fruit with balanced moderation.
So too we must balance against our own selfish fate,
The values of others, and the needs of the whole state.
Every individual must dutifully do their full part,
To prepare Columbia the room to live in their heart.