Genesis ©2019 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com In the beginning, God made essence; He held it between His forefinger and thumb, A tiny singularity. He gave it cyclical movement, frequency, Then sent it hurtling outward from the point of creation Giving it linear movement, progress. And God observed and noted outward progress And called it… Read More Poetry | Genesis
The Poet’s Forge ©2019 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com When I think of a forge, I first think of old, bronze Vulcan, at the top of his tower, hammer raised, on a hill overlooking Birmingham, Alabama, my place of nativity. Having first seen him when I was five years old it left a distinct impression. Like… Read More Poetry | The Poet’s Forge
An Open Letter from God This is a copy of text read by Paul Harvey on a radio broadcast clear back in 1998. This says it all. When I read it I was shocked that it mirrored a lot of my writings on this blog and on my Twitter feed @kerr_vernon — but far more… Read More Commentary | A Memo from God
A Hypothesis of Universal Interconnection © 2019 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com Living in a black box, as we do, that which happens before birth and after death is a mystery — to most of us. Other than musty religious texts and orally communicated myths, we haven’t a clue. I’m not knocking the religious: at least… Read More The Infinite We
Constrained ©2018 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com Constrained as we are, Between the blackness of the womb and that of death, Between the poles of this spinning ball of rock-and-brine, ‘Tween space’s vacuum and the crush of ocean depths, Between the infinite and the infinitesimal, Between Now and Later– It seems we should be more humble,… Read More Poetry | Constrained
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.