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center of imagination

      The self-styled creative source

      The purported mind

      Of the Universe

      The world is closing in

      I don’t envisage enemies

      But they carry Kalashnikovs

      And plant land mines under my feet

      They bring poison into parks and restaurants

      To smother and burn and tear us apart

      And where be you?

      Father forgive them

      Is that it?

      Will you let them trample me?

      Make me sleep in the dust

      Then tell me to turn the other cheek?

      Where is your anger against my enemies?

      I have given alms to the needy

      Fed the hungry

      Clothed the naked

      Or at least written checks

      And you let them deliver me

      Into the crematoria

      They call you a righteous judge

      Is that so?

      I search my heart to discover

      If I am surfeited with despair

      Overflowing with evil

      And disillusionment

      Do I blame the world

      For my madness and my gloom?

      In the meantime

      Praising the God I do not know

      I sing the name of the Most High

      Just in case

      I would prove a fool

      To make you mine enemy

      Praise God from whom all blessings flow

      Yes Ma’am

      Psalm Eight

      1 O God, our Lord, How excellent is thy name in all the earth,Who hast set thy glory upon the heavens!2 Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings Hast thou established strength,Because of thine adversaries,That thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger.3 When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers,The moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;4 What is man, that thou art mindful of him?And the son of man, that thou visitest him?5 For thou hast made him but little lower than God,And crownest him with glory and honor.6 Thou makest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands;Thou hast put all things under his feet:7 All sheep and oxen,Yea, and the beasts of the field,8 The birds of the heavens, and the fish of the sea,Whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas.9 O God, our Lord,How excellent is thy name in all the earth!

      Lord, Lord

      How majestic your name in all the earth!

      Lord, how impossible a term

      For anyone who’s labored under lords

      And examined the experience

      Nothing could be more human and more corrupt

      Than what passes for nobility

      Do you truly want praise?

      And worship?

      Why is that?

      Would you not rather we be

      The beings you have made?

      Something does not add up here

      When we consider your heavens

      The work of your hands

      The moon and the stars

      The Milky Way

      Trillions of stars they say

      Nothing compares to our DNA

      Yet we are incomplete

      Damaged masterworks

      What exactly did you have in mind?

      What is the end game here?

      We used to be told

      You made us rulers of the earth

      Everything under our feet:

      All flocks and herds,

      The animals of the wild,

      Cheetahs, aardvarks, ostriches, bears

      Red tailed hawks, eagles, deer Spiny lobsters, soft shelled crabs,

      Great white sharks, king cobras, cod of course

      Burmese pythons,

      Maine coon cats, meow

      Surely these majestic beings were not meant to lie

      Beneath our feet,

      Surely we can marvel

      At the grandeur of creation

      Without needing to control the animals

      As we control ourselves.

      Psalm Nine

      1 I will give thanks unto God with my whole heart;I will show forth all thy marvellous works.2 I will be glad and exult in thee;I will sing praise to thy name, O thou Most High.3 When mine enemies turn back,They stumble and perish at thy presence.4 For thou hast maintained my right and my cause;Thou sittest in the throne judging righteously.5 Thou hast rebuked the nations, thou hast destroyed the wicked;Thou hast blotted out their name for ever and ever.6 The enemy are come to an end, they are desolate for ever;And the cities which thou hast overthrown,The very remembrance of them is perished.7 But God sitteth as king for ever:He hath prepared his throne for judgment;8 And he will judge the world in righteousness,He will minister judgment to the peoples in uprightness.9 God also will be a high tower for the oppressed,A high tower in times of trouble;10 And they that know thy name will put their trust in thee;For thou, God, hast not forsaken them that seek thee.11 Sing praises to God, who dwelleth in Zion:Declare among the people his doings.12 For he that maketh inquisition for blood remembereth them;He forgetteth not the cry of the poor.13 Have mercy upon me, O God;Behold my affliction which I suffer of them that hate me,Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death;14 That I may show forth all thy praise.In the gates of the daughter of Zion I will rejoice in thy salvation.15 The nations are sunk down in the pit that they made:In the net which they hid is their own foot taken.16 God hath made himself known, he hath executed judgment:The wicked is snared in the work of his own hands. 17 The wicked shall be turned back unto Sheol,Even all the nations that forget God.18 For the needy shall not alway be forgotten,Nor the expectation of the poor perish for ever.19 Arise, O God; let not man prevail:Let the nations be judged in thy sight.20 Put them in fear, O God:Let the nations know themselves to be but men.

      Gratitude is all, proclaims the prudent man

      The mentally healthy according to form

      What fool cannot be grateful for a sunny day?

      Make fun if you will of June Moon Spoon

      Cuddle up a little closer

      In these days of reported provocation and abuse

      The Universe delivers still

      We sing of wind and rain and even hurricanes

      Our enemies stumble

      The Nazis and the Japanese destroyed

      Only to rise with new generations

      Remembering nothing that

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