Heart of Whimsy !

At dawn I rise where shadows flee, The Sun unveils eternity. At dusk I bow as embers fade, The night descends in silent shade. I count no hours, I keep no creed, But follow where the heavens lead. Each rising flame, a whispered vow, Each setting glow, a sacred bow. O Light that crowns the waking sky, O Dark that folds the world nearby, Between your realms I keep my post— Watcher at the Threshold’s ghost. Day to night and night to day, The turning wheel will never stray. And I, who mark its endless flow, Am bound to all I see and know.

Voices in the Dark "Here we are, hands round each other’s throats." “You’re wrong.” —“No, I’m right.” "Right back at you" — "to death I’ll fight." “My God is true; yours is false and blue.” “I know the law.” — “No, you know how to hate.” "My guns. My rights. My children. My name." "My nation. My rights." — " God’s garden once bright." “God? You pagan beast.” —  “His children; even you.” Hate grows. The light dims. Shots ring out. Anguish screams, then whimpers. So dark.

The ancient Law was thundered from the mount , Command on stone, the covenant of flame. Then Mercy walked among us clothed in flesh, And Love fulfilled what Sinai thundered once. He spake the greatest word: Thou shalt adore The Lord thy God with all thy soul and heart, And love thy neighbor as thy very self. Thus Heaven’s gate was opened through the Son . But lo—perverted now by hands of clay, The holy Word is shackled to the proud. “Let only masters of one hue ascend, Let woman bow beneath her keeper’s yoke, Let wrath be praised as justice rightly done, Let seed be sown at mandate of the throne; And let the horde of men pronounce thy fate.” Behold the throne of hypocrites enthroned, Their kingdom built on Scripture overthrown; A scepter raised not Heaven’s, but their own. At Heaven’s gate they snarl: “ The Christ forgave Too much; His grace was weakness, not our law. Bow down, submit, or be cast out condemned.” Yet Truth proclaims with thunder at the door: How dare you claim ...