I should have been a snapshot in your life;
not a life's story.

Just Before Twilight

Evening,

forty miles west of Chicago,

a herd of whitetail cross

bone splintered cornfields

to a tree line in the south

where white oak feebly reach

for the winter moon.  

I light a cigar

and wish for a shot of tequila,

wish it were summer,

and I was pulling up

to the Baptist Mission in Texas

where my old man spoke the word

and the choir rejoiced,

when I believed in tongues,

in heavenly utterances,

and the Holy Ghost was immense power

seething within,

and you, the sacred vessel

I poured myself into.

My thoughts are of a time

when wind surfed the treetops

and apple blossoms swirled down

on an insouciant world and covered two beings

in its mystical cloak,

when I pressed you against the earth

as it spun and traveled

around a star that moved

through space and time

to a point

that exalted you

and love

sacrificed self.

I wrap myself in a season

when I walked in the hullabaloo

of a day,

in the bell

of a lost Sunday,

when tulips were a lover's bed

and wild violets were a bouquet

arranged for you.

I remember a ruckus,

a riot

in my heart,

a hooligan love,

a rapture.

I recall

a time

as north winds rage

at the winter moon,

and the Big Dipper pours

twilight

into evening sky --

my thoughts are of you

as I follow the North Star home,

a thousand stars 

lighting the way.

 Science reveals God's power and majesty. The mysteries that unfold are gifts. We should search the heavens by faith without fear.   

"I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use.

The Bible shows the way to go to heaven, not the way the heavens go.

I have never met a man so ignorant that I couldn't learn something from him."
-- Galileo  

 This most beautiful system of the sun, planets and comets, could only proceed from the counsel and dominion of an intelligent and powerful Being.
-- Newton