Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof…
As Christians and Jews, following the example of the faith of Abraham, we are called to be a blessing to the world (cf. Gen. 12:2 ff.). This is the common task awaiting us. It is therefore necessary for us, Christians and Jews, to be first a blessing to one another (L'Osservatore Romano, August 17, 1993).~John Paul II
I am conscious of having been ruled by buffoons, taught by idiots, preached at by hypcrites, preyed upon by charlatans in the guise of advertisers and other professional persuaders, as well as by verbose demagogues and ideologues of many opinions, all false. ~Malcolm Muggeridge
Group think? Lou said, "not on my watch." ~Lu Zhengxiang, 陸徵祥
You cannot defend our civilization by expending blood and treasure in an effort to defend an alien barbarism. Either we relearn this lesson to our cost or we are decadent and shall be destroyed.~Ghost of a Flea
So much for his spiel about 'democracy' and 'transparency of governing'.
What kind of people defends murder?


δεινν ο πολλο, κακοργους ταν χωσι προσττας. Euripedes, Orestes

In every war, the first casualty is truth. In a civil war, the truth is assassinated twice, once by each camp.


Saturday, October 22, 2011

Wojtyla: A Poem A Day from the George Hail Library ~ Selected by Maria Horvath

A Poem A Day from the George Hail Library ~ Selected by Maria Horvath: Wojtyla
Excerpt:
November 9, was the anniversary of two important events of the twentieth century.

The poem below marks the second event, the collapse of the Berlin Wall. It was written by Karol Wojtyla (1920-2005), the Polish priest, philosopher, playwright, and poet who became Pope John Paul II. In 1940, he began four years of forced labor under the Nazis, the first year spent in the backbreaking work of mining limestone. He composed this poem in 1956.


from MATERIAL

Listen: the even knocking of hammers,
so much their own,
I project on to the people
to test the strength of each blow.
Listen now: electric current
cuts through a river of rock.
And a thought grows in me day after day:
the greatness of work is inside man.
Hard and cracked
his hand is differently charged
by the hammer
and thought differently unravels in stone
as human energy splits from the strength of stone
cutting the bloodstream, an artery
in the right place.

Look: how love feeds
on this well-grounded anger
which flows in to people’s breath
as a river bent by the wind,
and which is never spoken, but just breaks high vocal cords.
Passers-by scuttle off into doorways,
someone whispers: “Yet here is a great force.”
Fear not. Man’s daily deeds have a wide span,
a strait riverbed can’t imprison them long.
Fear not. For centuries they all stand in Him,
and you look at Him now
through the even knocking of hammers.

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