Duane Carter
“Ignorance is bliss.”
Peering out the windows of our world,
sunny days, blue skies,
all is as we want it to be.
Blinders on,
we see what we want to see.
“No man is an island.”
Stepping out into the world,
cold, bitter winds blow,
slashing and dividing.
Gloves off,
segregation inciting.
“There is nothing higher than reason.”
Humanist visions of a world,
our supreme illumination,
self-proclaimed creation.
All is dust,
crumbling finite duration.
“In the world, not of it.”
Eternal sojourners,
a discourse of promise,
no one left behind evangelers.
Together,
ascending spirit travelers.
