"Don't make me come down there"

signed god on some sponsor's billboard 

                           

I cursed at what I'd seen:

the failure of eyes to see Presence all-around

exciting ev'ry molecule and atom and sound

I could have wept but pitied instead

the blind believers framing God so frightfully mean

hatred hot in his eyes for what he sees

poised to rip his beauteous creation apart

tearing us to shreds for our few or many sins

But sighs rose from my mouth instead

watching light fill the foggy morning sky

It felt like the other side of the Deluge

and I was Noah, holding the messenger dove

   *Could it happen that with the shrinkage of the planet Earth distances but also differences between countries grow smaller and smaller?

-Czeslaw  Milosz

*Perhaps a loss of harmony with the surrounding space, the inability to feel at home in the world, so oppressing to an expatriate, a refuge, an immigrant, however we call him, paradoxically integrates him in contemporary society and makes him, if he is an artist, understood by all.

-Czeslaw Milosz

*The past of every individual undergoes constant transformations in his or her memory, and more often than not it acquires the features of an irretrievable land made more and more strange by the flow of time.  

-Czeslaw Milosz