"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art. Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations." - Lawrence Ferlinghetti


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Saturday, May 30, 2020

R.E. Slater - The Eighth Day of Creation



May 13, 2020 – The Park Forum


The Eighth Day of Creation
by R.E. Slater


O' Father God,
    who spake bright worlds
into being and becoming,
    who guides forces of
renewing goodness
    and bounteous energy;
be our hope and stay
    during dark days of evil.

Deliver Thy people
    who walk your love,
from crimes of
    injustice and hate;
guide thy creation
    its bounteous courses,
from barrenness
    and childless joy.

Do not abandon us
    nor this frail earth,
to wickedness
    and ruinous sin;
but come to us bringing
    peace and goodwill,
during shameful days
    of evil dreads.

Thy worlds were made
    in Thine own image;
self-creating worlds
    of atoning goodness,
of soul redeeming love,
    of resurrecting grace; all
sadly snared within webs
    of sorrowful agency.

Be Thou our Guiding Poet
    over all our affairs; direct
Thy loving conviction
    with holy compassion
upon those spewing hate;
    whose lips speak lies daily
and restless slander; false
    shepherds of undead souls.

To those who seek
    Thee not, who rage
within, who harm;
    be not still Thy Spirit
which stills broken hearts,
    which opens blinded eyes,
which unstops deaf ears,
    raising lepers to walk.

Such harlots to humanity
    look not within but hate,
spinning lies and deceits
    of every kind; such whores
of creation breed every kind
    of evil, unrelenting their sin;
to these, close their mouths,
    lay bare their nakedness.

You have birthed worlds
    promising Eden, yet we
destroy Thy holy earth,
    denying its promise, by
unlove and fell deeds;
    may Eden renew again
our hearts of hard clays, as
    Thy yielded soils remade.


R.E. Slater
April 21, 2020
rev. June 2, 2020

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