What Purpose…Everything? © 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr What purpose would everything serve An eternal, omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent Creator? What purpose, anything, temporary? But all is temporary: From the far-flung Galaxies To our grinding continental plates, To the squalling infant at birth. All, temporary; All, here-today; gone-tomorrow. When the sun has grown to scorch the Earth… Read More Poetry | What Purpose…Everything?
Hiding Light Under a Bushel Basket © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr Luke 11:33 | “No man, when he hath lighted a candle, putteth it in a secret place, neither under a bushel, but on a candlestick, that they which come in may see the light.” Even for an agnostic, a lot of wisdom can be gained… Read More Criticism | Hiding Light Under a Bushel Basket
The Granule That Broke My Tooth © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr You, granule that broke my tooth, You grain of wheat the miller missed, You minuscule monster of dental destruction, You are more than just my own tormentor: You are scion to granules who tormented nations, Who were packed into granaries and held for… Read More Poetry | The Granule That Broke My Tooth
Fluidics © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr Energy, Spirit, Love, Flow outward, Ever expanding. Power, Influence, Conceit, Flow inward, Only compacting.
Internecine © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr Are all families dysfunctional? Are any not? Thanksgiving beckons. Love draws, but fear impedes. We go anyway, Putting away ancient hurts And hoping for the best — Hugs and howdies. The mashed-potatoes go ’round, Cranberries and turkey too. We hold our tongues Until alcohol loosens them And dinner erupts… Read More Poetry | Internecine
(c) 2016 Vernon Miles Kerr That Shadow on the Wall, It jumped from over there to here— I must have dozed— Or maybe I had a brain fart, As they say. I know that the old CPU Ain’t what it used to be– Ain’t what it used to be– Ain’t what it used to… Read More Poetry | The Shadow on the Wall
ΤΩ ΑΓΝΩΣΤΩ ΘΕΩ The Unknown God © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr You, who are said to silently sit behind the veil Parsimoniously meting out indulgences or pain, Blessings or cursings, Who are said to be aloof—at times angry, vindictive, Who are said to be obsessed with what we wear or eat, And other libels: How do you… Read More Poetry | ΤΩ ΑΓΝΩΣΤΩ ΘΕΩ