The American Journey Has Not Ended. America

You Burned The City Of London In Our Houses And We Felt The Flames.

A Poem Should Be Palpable And Mute As A Globed Fruit.

How Shall Freedom Be Defended? By Arms When It Is Attacked By Arms, By Truth When It Is Attacked By Lies, By Faith When It Is Attacked By Authoritarian Dogma. Always, In The Final Act, By Determination And Faith.

Man Depends On God For All Things: God Depends On Man For One. Without Man's Love God Does Not Exist As God, Only As Creator, And Love Is The One Thing No One, Not Even God Himself, Can Command. It Is A Free Gift Or It Is Nothing. And It Is Most Itself, Most Free, When It Is Offered In Spite Of Suffering, Of Injustice, And Of Death . . . The Justification Of The Injustice Of The Universe Is Not Our Blind Acceptance Of God's Inexplicable Will, Nor Our Trust In God's Love, His Dark And Incomprehensible Love, For Us, But Our Human Love, Notwithstanding Anything, For Him.

If You Commit Yourself To The Art Of Poetry, You Commit Yourself To The Task Of Learning How To See, Using Words As Elements Of Sight And Their Sounds As Prisms. And To See Means To See Something Worth All The Agony Of Learning How To See.