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Quest For God

From the beginning, people have asked themselves,
how God came into being or how God creates from nothing?
The God seekers are advancing ethical axioms
and truth is withstanding the test of experience.
Human mind is made out for reason and truth.
Reason gives us freedom
and freedom makes a human being a moral subject.
The man is a moral being and justice is greater than love.
We don’t know, why protons in the core of atom
are attracted and not repelled
even though, they have the same electrical charge?
What decides that a cell becomes animal or a plant cell?
Every leaf has many cells and each is more complicated
than a human made rocket.
Why stars, Earth and other planets are weightless in space
and what force makes universe to expand?
Expanding universe is astounding.
Space is stretching and does not collapse.
Why Dolphins live in water for millions of years,
even though they do not have gills 
and cannot breath oxygen from water?

Nature adapts and man forms himself.
Animals lack our understanding,
but we cannot compare to incorporeal beings
for they are much more advanced than we.
There is more to reality than just phenomenal.
Science interprets things in terms of our experience,
and consciousness is essential to knowledge.
Real world is self contained, independent,
derived from pure consciousness.
Man gets corrupted by the power he has,
but God is almighty and holy indeed.
"Woe to the shepherds who mislead and scatter
the flock of my pasture..."
The king cannot substitute for apostolic succession.
God revealed himself to mankind
and this encounter of God is our experience.
The wholeness of being demands eternity,
otherwise, the being is fractional.
Lord God dwells in unapproachable light
and can deify people and angels and make them Gods,
but only if they are holy first.

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John the Baptist

In the river Jordan
you baptized the people,
some were brood of vipers:
pharisees, sadducees -

hey sanna hosanna,
king Herod you opposed.
You were his prisoner -
his servants cut your head.

In spirit you survived,
bashing black pharisees
even in red cassocks.
White cassock will not save

the one with black soul
and be it the vengeance,
hey sanna hosanna -
just punishment of God.

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In Memory of Joseph Conrad

Man of the sea, why are you departing, forever away,
 touching a sail on the ship that glides, fading as a wave?
 Winds of seas only waving, hugging flags goodbye for the brave.
 The sails of your ship are shyly caressing wind at play.
 Sorrow hymn is soaring and the grief is rising to the sky;
 requiem of songs under the clouds, reminiscent of your ply.
 Beyond depths of the ocean, you only become more silent.
 In solitude your hardship; also love was born, peace, and strength.
 Waves are rising and bowing - you on the ship as an island.
 Urns with homeland's soil are swinging slowly to the rhythm. 

Earth was bound with the ribbon of the water behind your ship.
 The birds flew down on us, in your books of imagination;
 there presiding, noble is spirit of right aspiration,
 vivid pictures, distant lands - true landscapes. Now awaits a grief,
 helm is free: forward, forward, guide to safety ship in distress;
 flee from rocks under water far, after thick fog is dispersed.
 The drums are playing long, in your honor, quiet requiem song.
 Requiem pageant, dark covered in silence standing, all aboard.
 Your noble urns of rest are anxious - saluted with the gong.
 Enlighten, we shall carry your thoughts to the sides of the World.

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Ten Centuries of Our Heritage

Roman conquest introduced new religion
law and customs.
Christianization was also influenced by Celtic Christianity
and it was sanctioned through the ages.

Many of our priests went straight to God
as stones thrown on entrenchments,
persecuted, tortured, martyred,
only because of their faith.

They were servants of true God.
Were is exoneration of noble and just?
Our catholic king, Canute said,
”There is no king but Jesus”.

Can you be at peace,
denying it to others?
Can you proclaim the freedom,
if you oppress the people?

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Brexit

The lash of European Union won’t tell us,
 how many thousands migrants
 we must take to our home
 or where to build
 for them temples and the mosques.
 We want to break free from E. U. lies.
 
We are the people of democracy.
 The red tape of collapsing Union
 and their bureaucrats’ fat pay,
 won’t force us to comply
 with their unjust rules -
 our bravery over financial slavery.
 
More taxes, these are the dirty tricks
 of bureaucrats’ politics.
 We are not the beggars, nor scavengers,
 but of noble life challengers.
 We are free and proud.
 In serfdom our country won’t stay.

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Morality

If that pagan philosopher, 
who lived before Christ,
said that Humans are moral beings,
because they have freedom to choose,

instead of saying,
that the man is a political being,
we would not have 
so many wars and atrocities

for politics is contained in morality,
but morality is not contained in politics
as throwing atomic bombs demonstrates.
We would not have 

that many divisions of Christ Church.
We would have one code of ethics,
as pagans under Hammurabi demonstrated.
We would not say that Native Americans

do not have souls and would not annihilate them.
We would not throw atomic bombs
on sleeping women and children.
In our litany of wrongs committed,

including abortions.
Phoenicians would still have been living
in the land of Canaan and write 
chronicles in the alphabet which they discovered.

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Beauty of Nature

Beauty of nature is in its dictum.
The world is being stratified,
here life and plants are as the guide,
charming consensus of the stratum.

Hushing tones of the swinging pines,
hikers often do approach,
how the flowers claim for touch -
miscellaneous layers, medley signs.

Transparent water of streams and ponds,
human nature making bonds,
entwined, enchanted – gazing.

From the distance looks the deer
on exhausted mountaineer –
sheep grassland biome are grazing.

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Lake Michigan

Just as mirror of the sea,
 Lake Michigan’s shinning big.
 Boats are passing with the sails –
 summer has refreshing air.
 
Ideal shallow to swim water –
 heated, crystal air vibrates,
 at trees people sit in shades,
 some are playing on fine sand.
 
Shining with the crystal sparks,
 spacious beaches - waterfront
 and the Downtown stands afar.
 
Reddish setting sun with lure,
 sky has color of vast water –
 pleasant air descents cool.

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Squanto

Squanto, Squanto was a servant 
of the Great Spirit - Manitu.
 Pure Heart Squanto was confounded
 by two cultures of colonists and the Natives.
 
His innocent mind was devastated
 when his entire Nation was wiped out by the plague.
 He survived for he was kidnapped
 and taken to Europe.
 
In England, he learned the language of colonists
 and was almost sold into slavery.
 Upon his arrival to his Native land 
he negotiated peace between Colonists and the Natives.
 
Squanto set precedence for native Nations.
 He new that to survive meant to assimilate
 into the culture of colonists,
 without abandoning Native ways.
 
The Nations should unite,
 have one common language –
 speak with one voice,
 that was Squanto plan.
 
© A. R. Wielgus 2016

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The Crucifixion of Jesus Christ

Thorn coif is embedded on your head,
and it thrusts to your head with its prongs,
spikes as nails tear your body –
God’s blood is flowing on humans’ sin.

Wales of lash tore your flesh,
you carried the Cross and human toil,
bleeding wounds were embittered by pain,
when they nailed you to the Cross.

They torment you, in crowd they hide,
throng of scoundrels encircle the Lord
and they scoff while you are dying.

Burning wounds, the sweat is mixing with blood,
it dribbles through your eyes and mouth –
life is forsaking my God.