Light and Truth

Describe Mode:   Lux et Veritas

Got no leg to stand on never the less I cast

first stones, live in  glass houses built on

sand, hate & call kettles black, Cretans liars,
cut & stretch whatever to fit my bed and lie
in it, flies on me & elite degrees  testify to my
liberal education.  Would you  like to know
what  I think? May we argue?

No leg to stand on yet watch me lambaste the

crippled and the lame. Ignorant and ignorantly

I chasten stupidity. Soaking wet in desire, how

dry I am castigating horny & hungry. Suffused

in fear & hate: don’t I ridicule timidity & caution

& lack of courage swimming in a sea of

righteousness, I accuse. Hello! I stick in my

thumb,  pull out a plumb. What a good boy am I!

Faith. S’blood. Orphans and widows and their

welfare  don’t catch my imagination, visiting

sick and the embarrassed, feeding poor and

clothing homeless?  I’d rather play banjo. Mow

lawn. Prepare omelets.  Grade papers. Neuro-

surgery. Dentistry Pastoring congregations of

Fundamentalists. Front end  alignment.

Whispering to dogs: none of these  follow my
nose. The lame shall enter first &  I might not
postpone joy from time to time.

My belief system is Kansas.
Faith = the whole earth cataloged.
Flatland & Sphere. Line & Constellation.
Terrestrial & Extraterrestrial. Conscious.
Unconscious. Thinking & Feeling. They don’t
Just Get Along. Belief is boss  of me, me of Little Faith