The Chicken 


Chickens are rather brainless. They’re scared of everything and hold nothing as more important than their belly. They’re not at all inquisitive, and they’re perfectly fine with that. They hate water unless they’re thirsty. They would rather bathe in dirt. The best they ever hope for is to find a hole in the fence; mindless of the fox.  

Take a good long look at their usefulness. From a selfish and fruitless life to the frying pan.  


You can’t possibly think I’m talking about 🐔.  

The Plead is Challenged 


Desire lay soft upon the sea.  
Desiring life for you and me.  

Joy abundant thrashes about;

Celebrating what’s come to be.  


The joy dispels as the predators come.  

Each back to his business,

To where he is from.  


Still Desire continues unpraised.  


Praise to the fins.  

Praise to the gills.  

Praise to the waves,

Which for now run still.  


Desire desires to hold and protect.  

But hark to the fishes,

“We consider guile best”.  


Down to the bottom,

Scattered about,

Perplexed, disassembled,

They answer the shout.  


The whisper forgotten.  

Their joy turned to gloom.  

“Better living with trouble 

Than to turn to the groom.”

Futility


The atheist will mock people of faith.  I have even seen someone refer to the living God as the sky fairy.  But you need not be concerned, my atheist friends.  I will hold nothing against you.

You point at us and say we are pathetic.  Let us take a look at the definition of pathetic.

The atheist is born and unwanted child.  Even though mommy and daddy may well have desired him, he appears as one who is not destined for anything.  According to the atheist there is no one beyond  time to desire him.  Therefore his mother and father have given birth to nothing.

The atheist lives his life for the sake of a good cause, or so he would have us believe.  But how can abject  futility produce a good cause? They are trying to convince us that logic says, “something can come from nothing”. 

Such a man wars to protect futility.  What an odd country of origin. The atheist will only have brotherhood as long as he is able or willing to speak.  But when he ceases to contribute what value is he?  Some may speak of what he has said.   But the man himself does not live in history.  Before he is dead they ignore his existence.  What an odd Brotherhood.

He was not before he was born.  He was not in his life though he lived among us.  And according to him,  though you look for him he will not be found.

What sort of mind holds to these things?  With what do they busy themselves?  What could possibly be useful in such a life?  Such a man is forced to busy himself with the things of pride.  And to try to destroy the peace of others.  He was nothing more than a branch blowing in the wind which disturbs a peaceful Lake.