TO THEE MY LORD

When earth waxes hot and her last breath exhales

Forces of destruction on Gods works assail,

Then the multitude of faithful--neither Hindu or Jew--

Their bodies and souls will arise to work for the Master anew:

those who accepted Jesus in their hearts, His devotees

They'll all sing praise to His Majesty,

The blissful Angels, performing their parts,

Without motives of lust or greed, just purity of hearts;

So shall the heavenly chorus sing loudly

Doing all He bids both gleefully and proudly.

WHEN EARTH S LAST PICTURE PAINTED--Kipling

L'envoi to the seven seas--1892

When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes twisted and dried,

When the oldest colours have faded and the youngest critics have died

We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it--lie down for an eon or

Till the Master of all Good Workmen shall put us to work anew.

And those that were good shall be happy:     they shall sit in a golden

They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets hair

They shall find real saints to draw from Magdalene, Peter, and Paul:

They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all!

And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;

And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame.

But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,

Shall draw the Thing as he sees it for the God of Things as they are!

SAMUEL WINTERSASTRONOMERBurrhus F. Skinner

I lived an eternity of nights with the stars.

I was a discoverer;

But though I searched the heavens

And found new stars and asteroids,

There was only one thing

I never found in all space:

When a student asked me,

Do you see God out there?

I could answer only,

"I see--law." 

VACANT STORE--Skinner

Behind your dusty windows,

Like the second meaning in the eyes of an abandoned woman,

Your beckoning:

For Rent.