The Lord Of Misread

It’s 5 in the morning and I’m reading a novel on my iPad.

Isn’t it amazing how a letter or two can radically change the mental images we build.

The sentence “… the big horses that overlooked the park.” sent me off into a waking dream of sunny springtime fantasy.

When I returned my eyes to the page, I discovered that I had misread it. It actually says “… the big houses that overlooked the park.”

Interest lost, my fancies dissolved.

Reading continues.

My Saturday Thoughts On Religion And Humanity

7-8; a.b.a.b.c.d.c.d

Springtime morning steeples ring,
The preacher smiles and makes the sign
Music plays and singers sing
White linen, candles, bread and wine.
Up the steps to speak up clear
– Speak so strong when he wants to sigh
They look, some listen, some hear
He speaks and prays and wonders why.

I can’t remember if I have posted this poem before, but I’m too lazy to check.

I have a degree in Theology. That doesn’t make me good, virtuous, or clever, but it does help me ask questions I feel the need to ask.

Sadly, I know by experience that most religious people don’t think or question. They simply accept the stories that should inform their questioning minds as being literal truth rather than aids to understanding our humanity.

We all need myths and legends and religion – Creation Myths, miracle stories, ethical practices, good living, hope and so on.
But if we use these good things to build a fantasy universe, we are robbing ourselves and our kids of our humanity and potential … so …think!

*Edit – I left a line out … if you liked it before, please read it again – just in case 🙂 

Another True Story

The Compliment ….

She came up to me and she said –
“I’m not saying that you are completely insane, but you are more insane than anyone else I know”!

Thank you … I am reaching my goal!

‘The Aged Pastor Dreams He’s Free and Wandering In A Forest’
– coloured ink, pencil, and acrylic on a piece of unstretched canvas
– roughly 15 X 24 cm.

The Question

Rabbit wrinkled his nose. “I have a question”.

The Major frowned at his furry roundness.

“What?”

“Can I talk?” puzzled Rabbit.

“What?”

“I mean, do I have the capability to converse – one to one or to a group of listeners, sharing my thoughts and feelings, my fears and joys, my wants and needs?”

“What?”

“I’ll take that as ‘No'” lamented Rabbit.