Here is yet another poem I've written for my wife: Miss Galaxy (for Cynthia Lou Erlandson) Some three cubed years ago, I felt your pull: The heartward tugging of a heart most full. The law of Isaac Newton bade me enter, Falling through your gates, to find your center. To know your inner depths, I chose my goal, And rocket toward the center of your soul. I’m eight-point-two-eight parsecs closer now, From speeding quick as Einstein will allow. Your bright and fiery acts of love, your suns, Go blazing past me as if shot from guns. Though some are dim and in periph’ral vision, Others, closer, scorch and risk collision. My world, my heart, my Apostolic See, My burning love, my own Miss Galaxy. © 2012, Paul Erlandson
From here and other places: Early reports indicate that the proposed changes to the liturgy that The Episcopal Church will consider at its General Convention this summer will include a "Litany for the Planet" that contains this prayer: On eukaryotes and prokaryotes, archaea and viruses; on microbes of endless variety, the complex and the simple, Creator have mercy. I thought that The Episcopal church had lost its ability to surprise me. I have grown so used to its godless innovations and overturning of sound doctrine and worship, that I thought I'd "seen everything", as the phrase goes. But the proposed inclusion of a blessing on viruses (not on those who suffer the ravages of viruses, but on the tiny creatures themselves) has proven me wrong. There is no limit to the insanity of The Episcopal church. One can only assume that this is a petition which asks God, among other things, to bless and propagate the common cold and the AIDS virus. Most interestin