Oh, fair maiden, with golden hair and brow Overwhelmed with your beauty, We wonder how Conceit and disdain, Pride and contempt-- All selfish sins, Have marred your looks And chase away those you most desire.   Like a spider hanging from its thread, Dangling between life and death, Your egotism fills others with dread.   Boastful, you exaggerate your sense of self-worth. Hypocritical, feigning virtues you do not have. Scornful of obedience, you submit alone to your own rule. Contentious, you...

A primer is like a compass: it suggests the right way to go, hence this picture for an odd composition I penned a few days ago, though I'm not sure what to make of it. You may want to read it in the same sing song pattern when reciting the alphabet you learned as a child. H andy  A lphabetic  R eligion  P rimer A ngels like to be God’s friends. B oys and girls are made to blend. C ats chase mice and dogs chase cats— D o tell me what is wrong with that. E ven every little thing fits together...

The Thoughts of God are so profound He knows all that can and cannot be, And taking this and that idea Stitched for us this reality.   Fauna and flora, stars and space, He brought his thoughts into being— And made for us the human race That we might then his goodness see.   Ponder a bit of what he thinks: That on our lowliness he bestows Truth and Good and deepest love, Divine friendship that ever grows.   This all in the twinkling of an eye— And too what wonders yet might be! Thus settled...