Build Well

Today is the material
from which
Tomorrow i
s made.

Build well.

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Nothing – A Poem

by Justice Ward, 10 years old

Nothing is a never ending abyss.

It has not one atom.

It is a mystery.

It is dark,

And nobody has ever seen nothing.

It is easily killed,

And nothing can live inside it,

Or it would be something.

Nothing is scary and interesting.

by Justice Ward, 10 years old

In the quest for higher learning,
we would do well to continue to cultivate
the logic of 10 year olds.

Home schooling my three grandchildren, I gave them an assignment to copy any paragraph of their choice. Justice asked, “Can I just make something up?”

I answered, “Yes, what do you want to write about?”

He responded, “Nothing.”

I said, “Well, it’s okay if you write about nothing, but you may not write nothing.”

He wrote the above in paragraph form. I saw a poem.

I asked him about the line, “It is easily killed.”
He said that it is gone even if only one atom enters it, so in his mind to be killed is to be gone.

(I am home schooling these grandchildren because they lost their mother to cancer four and a half years ago.)

 

The Virgin Watchman – A Poem

Out upon the rocky rampart

Unnoticed and alone

Sits the virgin watchman.

Her tears do not distort the view;

She waits and through them watches

Like Anna and old Simeon

Knowing day does come.

She waits and works and watches

Writing plain upon her tablet

Crying for the day

When sons shall run

And read

And conquer

And darkness flee away.

Habakkuk 2:1-3

A Point of Life -A Philosophical Physics Riddle

Here is a riddle I have composed after many months of a certain line of contemplation.

A Point of Life -The Riddle

by Susan Ector Ward

I occupy a point.

The point is a location on a particular line.

The line is located on a particular plane.

Within the plane, I am occupying a location on an infinite number of other lines.

The location of my point is claimed by an infinite number of other planes each of which incorporates an infinite number of other lines whose path also claims my point.

My point is the center of an infinite sphere.

I may move in any direction along any of the infinite number of lines occupied by my point.

Successively and momentarily as I move, I will be occupying one of an infinite number of other points each one not only located on the line along which I move but also located on an infinite number of other lines and also located on an infinite number of other planes, few of which are occupied by the point at which I began.

As I move, each point whose location I occupy becomes the center of a new infinite sphere.

I may change my direction by choosing to move along any of the infinite lines whose path
claims the point of my new location.

As I move, I find that I have influenced an infinite number of spheres whose center I have occupied.

If I move backward to retrace my path, though I will again pass through the center of every one of the infinite spheres whose center I had occupied before, I cannot influence any sphere in the same way I had influenced it before because I have been influenced by each of the infinite spheres along my path.  The fact of my movement has changed me.  Though I go back, neither I nor my point can ever be the same as we once were.

Who am I?

Finished guessing?  The answer here.

Rosemary -A Poem

Rosemary

Earth is raped

And forced to bring forth

Not after its kind,

Like Rosemary’s Baby

Half fiend and half man.

Creation groans in labor

Caught in the evil embrace

Writhing and crying and struggling

To burst free

From the rhythmic thrusts

Of the rapist.

The anguish in this poem is for the corrupting of nature through genetic modifications and the poisons created to kill.

Time/Eternity

What if Time is the medium of Eternity?

As water is the medium of the ocean

And all sea creatures move through water;

As air is the medium of the atmosphere

And all surface creatures move within air;

So Time is the medium of Eternity

And all Heaven and Earth move through and within Time.

The Bird and The Fish by Geninne Ziatkis, http://blogdelanine.blogspot.com/search?q=bird%2C+fish