DAILY PHOTO: Red Shrine, Kaohsiung
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Category Archives: Religion
DAILY PHOTO: Qingshan & Qingshui Temples, Taipei
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Ema – 絵馬 [Haiku]
a Chinese Banyan,
belted with prayer plaques,
entreats but sky & soil.
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DAILY PHOTO: Bangka Longshan Temple, Taipei
“Religion” by Paul Laurence Dunbar [w/ Audio]
I am no priest of crooks nor creeds,
For human wants and human needs
Are more to me than prophets' deeds;
And human tears and human cares
Affect me more than human prayers.
Go, cease your wail, lugubrious saint!
You fret high Heaven with your plaint.
Is this the "Christian's joy" you paint?
Is this the Christian's boasted bliss?
Avails your faith no more than this?
Take up your arms, come out with me,
Let Heav'n alone; humanity
Needs more and Heaven less from thee.
With pity for mankind look 'round;
Help them to rise -- and Heaven is found.
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DAILY PHOTO: Gangtiangong, Hualien
Ema [Haiku]
prayer placards
ring a Chinese banyan:
weathered wishes hanging.
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Preacher Limerick
There once was an evangelical preacher who made each sermon a double-feature: first, the evils that tempt; then, why he was exempt: "One must know math's pitfalls to be a math teacher..."
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The Second Coming by W. B. Yeats [w/ Audio]
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?
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DAILY PHOTO: Saint Paul’s Cathedral, Kolkata
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Tiger Riding for Beginners 