Loud and Faint

Those greatly praised for modest accomplishments
become satisfied with them,
growing even in dimmest light
toward over-constant recognition.

Those denied simple affections
grow, shunted by lengthening shadows,
eyes cast beyond seeing....
inward, to blinded darkness.....

I sat and sat and thought and thought and sat and thought some more......

SABBAT BROTH

A poem that I wrote as a sophmore at University.......The poem was pasted, with many others in a scrapbook by a lover to whom I sent the poems in the 1960's.......When our relationship changed, the bound set of poems was sent via post to me. I was heartbroken! I still think about the aborted relationship, especially when reading these poems that are immature and third-rate at best, but heartfelt, nevertheless.

Atheists to the back. Please step this way......

My parents never mentioned God, yet we drew straws to decide who would accompany my Grandmother to the Presbyterian Church on Sunday mornings....At my Grandmother's insistence, I was even baptized (an insurance policy, I suppose)......My natural instinct?...... I never thought about God, Heaven, Hell ....well....any of that hocus-pocus.... Now, of course, I resent any imposition made by "believers".....and am quite content without any considerations of dogma, faith, and hereafters of eternal rewards or punishments. It is almost incomprehensible to me that almost everyone is of another accordance altogether....The "believers" that know me are always saying "but....you ARE a very "spiritual" person......in that patronizing manner that is so annoying to those of us who just simply "do not believe"......Yet, we must indulge them, nonetheless for we still sit in the back seats of their buses to Heaven.......

JS Bach - CD1 - Mass in B Minor by American Bach Soloists