I love Poetry. Most of my attempts are awful-bad, but I only have one that I find worth sharing (with people besides my wife that is — I can write her all sorts of sentimental schlock).
I posted this to a poetry forum we have at work, but did not own up to being the author. I’ll own up to it here instead:
bonds
some men of science say that most
of our universe is empty space, host
to the bonds between tiny particles, parts
of tiny affinities which give form
to these papers, this table, our hearts.
if tiny attractions are what give us life,
if dizzying clouds of quanta give rise
to mountains, then couldn’t I surmise
that connections are what suffuse and adhere
all things to each other? does it appear
that all basic matter struggles to endear
some other matter to itself in fear
of being hopelessly adrift, its pupose unclear?
call this union of bonds what you will;
i’ll call it God. and if His plan is fulfilled
in the chaos of a zillion strange attractions,
you and i are like quarks with paths and reactions
of separate flavors but with an intrinsic connection
that takes its own place in the complex direction
that the Creator, the Great Initiator, has set into action.
in His breathless web of life, like a particle
my soul finds an orbit, an elemental article
attracted to yours. and our bond claims its rightful place
in His daunting design with purpose and grace.
After much hemming and hawing and struggling with expectations and my own time limitations, I decided to not kill Signs and Wonders after all. It will become more of a weblog (bloggerized) and less formal. Also I will solicit participants and collaborators from amongst my futurist colleagues.
I will continue my other projects too : scanning and trend identification through the Institute for Futures Research, writing for Religion Watch, helping my parish with visioning and strategic planning. And of course, my weird art. (I’m promising myself an entry on my latest ideas in my mind as I type this…)
My futures project goals for the year: query around a few futures writing ideas, and develop two presentations on Catholic religious futures (Religious Incasting and a basic Introductory “Why Catholics should be Futurists” routine.)
Anyway, I’ll add to this litany as stuff bubbles up over the rim of my brain… Which is why I guess I call this thing Overflow.
I’ll be back. Maybe. I’ll try, but I’m not promising anything.
creak. *lights on*
Shhh, I’m back. Nobody’s here. Everybody gave up on me ever posting again. Well, I’m back.
No explanation. No indication of when or if I’ll post again. My chaotic mind seems to rebel against expectations of regular posting. Most of my daily habits do not come from my will — I cannot just adopt a new habit because it is good for me. Of course, not posting regularly means I cannot maintain any sort of readership.
Well, I’m not convinced that I want to have a readership, per se. the mere possibility of a readership — that someone may stumble in here off of the web and read these words — is impetus enough to convert my random thoughts into digital form.