4/17/11

A person with conviction can’t be  reached,

For he becomes a prisoner of his mind.

The arguments of truth may be beseeched,

But cannot pierce presumption’s iron blinds.

It’s vain to whisper reason or to shout,

For deafness shall afflict the satisfied.

Each time, somewhere, a man abandons doubt,

A piece of wisdom everywhere has died.

4/16/11

One month ago we cursed the snow,

And wished that it would finally wane.

But now at last, the cold has passed.

Therefore, we damn the falling rain.

Then once the Spring has taken wing,

Heat shall receive our censuring.

Is comfort rare, or to be fair,

Is it our solace to complain?