Can a Crocus Bloom … © 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr Can a crocus bloom in desert’s searing sand; Or Altruism spring from our primate-surly band? Could Love, that agape of old, that outward-flowing care For others, arise from merely wishing it so? Or was it a gift, bestowed by the loving hands, Of some gardener,… Read More Poetry | Can a Crocus Bloom …
The Black Wall © 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr At the end of Life’s path There’s a black granite wall which is polished and smooth And cannot be seen through. Though it is opaque with tenacious opacity It gladly reflects back our opinions of Eternity.
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?
Read my work-in-progress SciFi novel Edelbach’s Odyssey at the link, below. I have just appended Chapter 9 “Comparison by Catastrophe” In this chapter Edelbach is shown a planet seriously in disorder, which has rejected the Husbandry’s offer of technological knowledge and have pathetically taken a war-like stance against the altruistic motives of the “Benefactors.” Edelbach’s… Read More SciFi | Edelbach’s Odyssey (Chapters 1 through 9)
More on Morality © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr A regular reader of this blog has probably figured me out by now; near three-quarters of a century on this planet and still agonizing over the big questions: Is there a God (with a capital “g”)? Are the “Holy” books of the world only clever and creative… Read More Opinion | More on Morality
Cosmic Loneliness You regular readers might sense a theme in my “oeuvre,” (to use the latest silly fad word.) That theme would be, agony over the purpose of life. The poem in my last post is one of several where this is expressed. Next year I’ll mark three-quarters of a century on this planet and… Read More Meanderings | 7/8/17
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