Many fields, many treasures, many pearls (One chosen). Here, fish netted, many kinds, But singularity is not the point, The point is, good are kept, and bad destroyed. Are these the gentle Galilean’s words? If so, a strange form of gentility: The angels throw the evil in the fire, And there is weeping and gnashing of teeth. O, how we twist and turn and rationalize, Assured Matthew was victim of his time, And heaven’s kingdom never need be forced, And “way that leads to life” is easy, smooth. Shall we amend, then, the Apostles’ Creed: “To judge the quick and dead”? This we don’t need.
The water lilies laugh, though not Unkindly. I miss it every day: First their opening, then their closing. I am the small joke of flowers, not that I
Mind, though I’m looking for some guidance In return. After all, I am like Them, needing light but not built for Too much of it. But unlike me,
They know when and how to quit, to close up Shop and consider, in their pleasant, Shuttered rooms, what the poured-down Light of any day reveals.
Study war no more
Mar 18, 2011
Michael Izbicki grew up in a nondenominational church in California. A National Merit Scholarship finalist, he chose to go to the U.S. Naval Academy out of a sense of duty to his country during a time of war. At the naval academy he began to dou