This is a quick poem I wrote after driving through our state capitol […]
OR: On the Moderno
As I enter the heart of my state,
I wonder.
As I see the protesters irate,
I ponder.
Seeing the misordered minds
And deals with the Devil
I lose hope as each day finds
Less people whose lives are level.
Yet into the stream, some hope will merge,
And I pray.
For when from that valley I emerge
I will say:
The Lᴏʀᴅ’s Blessing theirs is not,
And like their neon gods
The evil things shall all rot;
But our hope is in the One true God.
Author Profile
Latest Posts
EssaysOctober 6, 2026Luther’s Works vs. More’s Utopia
TravelOctober 6, 2026The Road Goes Ever On and On – Vol. 1, Issue 1
EssaysJuly 9, 2026Why Choose Classical Education in the Modern Era?
EssaysMay 22, 2026Mediaeval Scholasticism
Discover more from K. D. Lunneborg
Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.
No responses yet