The Playing Field

                   The Democrats' obsession  of providing a 'level' playing field
 for the citizenry is an illusory will-o-the-wisp. All men are created with
 imperishable souls, but no man is really 'equal' to any other individual.
 People have different ancestors, familiy ties, different upbringing, different
 cultural backgrounds, skills, inclinations, financial and educational or
 intellectual levels, biases, predelictions, even illnesses and destinies.
 Obviously, a baby born in Africa can hardly be said to be 'equal' to one
 born in America.  From birth, each of us is provided with an
 'unlevel' playing field. It is up to the individual to confront and
 surmount the obstacles in his course. If we play well and hard and cleanly,
 we may also race past life's challenges and hazards--
 and rise to eminence....      Isn't that so, Mr. President?
           

IMMORTALITY

                       I am a tiny point of energy
                      Made into this material human form;
                      My purpose is to work in synergy
                      Overtly with The Teacher to transform,
                      Renew, enlighten, and revitalize
                      The human race so that it may acquire
                      A clearer perspective, and realize
                      Life is not transient, but He would require
                      Intensive spiritual preparation...
                      Truth will prevail, so fear not oblivion;
                      You and I will have His benediction.

Hold Your Temper

                  How many times have you felt like killing,
                  Or wielding your knife to see red blood spilling
                  Like a torrent from a gaping sewer?
                  Did you ever break your fists in anger?
                  You know even Death gives you a 'close' call
                  Oft when your fury leads to a pitfall.
                  Unchecked, your ire will sooner or later
                  Reward you with a burden much greater
                  Than just regret;  You will be scarified,
                  Even when you think you were justified.
                  Most wrongs against you can be rectified
                  Peaceably and more swiftly than plucking
                 'Eye for an eye', a practice most shocking.
                 Revenge though sweet, Remorse will come knocking...

                              (Lest this be misunderstood, above advice
                               is directed to myself.)
              
                

The Holy Grail

                      There are many stories about the Grail;
                      However, without factual foundation
                      Every account seems like a fairy tale.
                      How did a chalice turn into a cup
                      Of ordinary wood?  When will we stop
                      Looking for a new interpretation?
                     You recall the 'Da Vinci' variation?
                     Galahad's vision was evanescent,
                     Rossetti's painting is magnificent...
                     A cup or chalice, where is it hiding?
                     I say-- wherever God's Love is present.
                     Look within you.  It is there abiding!
                          
                  

BUCAYAB

                       Behold the barren hills framed by a newborn day,
                       Unveiled by a fast-rising tropic sun...
                       Could that small virgin valley where we used to play
                       At least remain as lush and green as yesterday?
                       You weep....  You know Bucayab is long gone;
                       A cloud of dust and smoke pollutes the air,
                       Bold motorists now own the thoroughfare...

BEAUTIFUL

                       
                      Be not unkind to that tiny spider,
                      Eight-legged ugly bug-eating wonder;
                      At dawn he starts weaving his fragile snare,
                      Unwary gnats and mosquitoes beware...
                      That sticky web is more than just a trap;
                      It reminds me of a galactic map,
                      For it catches both dew and morning light,
                      Uncov'ring rainbow colors to my sight.
                      Look, it is an astronomer's delight!

STUPIDITY

                       Supposedly an old tenet requires
                       The killing of a daughter who attires
                       Unashamedly in Western-style clothing.
                       Pronouncing her an object of loathing,
                       It then destroys two lives;  What an outrage:-
                       Death and damnation!  In this day and age,
                       I can't believe such a belief exists;
                      There is a God of Mercy, He subsists!
                      You shall not kill, the Holy Book insists.