Bless God that we catch faint glimpses of his brighter Paradise from occasional Heavens here.
–Emily Dickinson
Her, a bed, a book and me
I kissed her goodnight
And then I put her to sleep
Her, a bed, a book and me
On occasional nights
Doggie makes three
Her, a bed, a book and me
An extraordinary poem–
McCarthy's Suttree
Her, a bed, a book and me
A universe of love
And eternity
Her, a bed, a book and me
The greatest pleasures
Are actually free
by Richard W. Bray
There were always babies at the bus station and they were always crying. And these were not mild complaints. I couldnt understand how the least discomfort could take the form of agony. No other creature was so sensitive. The more I thought about it the clearer it became to me that what I was hearing was rage…
The rage of children seemed inexplicable other than as a breach of some deep and innate covenant having to do with how the world should be and wasnt. I understood that their raw exposure to the world was the world.
You dont think this is all a bit fanciful?
I do think.
How would a child know how the world should be?
A child would have to be born so. A sense of justice is common to the world. All mammals certainly. A dog knows perfectly well what is fair and what is not. He didnt learn it. He came with it.
—from Stella Maris by Cormac McCarthy
You're gonna wonder why
As you wander on your way
The unfairness of the world
Will make a body rage
Don't be scared of words
Watch out for stones and sticks
You won't get blown away
When you build your thoughts with bricks
Perpetual injustice
Is an insult to the soul
Evil is eternal
Resistance makes us whole
A thousand paths before us
So many ways to live
It's a wicked wicked world
When we forget how to forgive
by Richard W. Bray
Do you think of yourself as an atheist? God no. Those were the good old days… For a long time I’ve suspected that we might be simply incapable of imagining the epochal evils of which we stand rightly accused and I thought it at least possible that the structure of reality itself harbors something like the forms of which our sordid history is only a pale reflection. —from Stella Maris by Cormac McCarthy What do you do when evil looks you in the eye? Some people just start lying and lying Until their life becomes like a Stairmaster of lies From which they can never escape What do you do when evil looks you in the eye? Some people just look for something beautiful And try to kill it What do you do when evil looks you in the eye? Some people just look for something they think they can control What do you do when evil looks you in the eye? Some people just sigh And try Not to cause any more pain than they have to Just to get by by Richard W. Bray
Extract the joy
Extract the youth
Extract the filling
From a tooth
Emptiness destruction greed
Demonic ghouls
Despoil and feed
Extract the truth
Extract the light
Extract the hope
Forever night
Emptiness destruction greed
Demonic ghouls
Despoil and feed
Extract the life
Extract the soul
Extract the love
That makes us whole
Emptiness destruction greed
Demonic ghouls
Despoil and feed
by Richard W. Bray
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