The vainglory of teaching has allured so many
Who don’t yet understand the subject matter.
They go on and on about things
They have never vetted—and never will vet—
For they have already got what they wanted—
To stand in the place of honor.
Category Archives: Poetry
Perhaps Life Here
Perhaps it is the case
That life here
Is meant to be a tougher adventure
Than you assume it must be—
And that you could and should
Learn more than seems convenient—
And overcome more challenges than
It seems one should have to overcome.
What Good is that Amazing Brain You Have?
What good is that amazing brain you have—
Created and loaned by the
Greatest Thinker Ever Himself—
When it is under the charge of a tired spirit
Who has grown so weary in this world
As no longer to care about learning
And discovering and verifying,
And who doesn’t care if it
Learns the truth of a matter or not?
You are duller than you think you are.
Our Son
Our son—
This wonder to us
With a mind of his own
That sees and hears the world
And reports back to us his own findings
In this sweet fellowship into which we have grown
In these nineteen years—
Not Many Ever Fully Surrender
Not many ever fully surrender
To letting the truth be the truth.
No, the masses find such promise
In pretending parts of it
To be something other
Than what they are.
A Ghost of an Idea
We want to know about ghosts,
But maybe not entirely,
Because maybe it’s somehow
More satisfying if we don’t
Find out for sure.
While This World Does Have Its Wicked
While this world does have its wicked
With their violence and schemes,
And we watch them pour their darkness
On a thousand righteous dreams,