Scrutinies Entreaties Conjurations

By Guille DeBastart

Musings, meditations, ponderings, and playfulness in the form of 22 poems in open verse, free verse, and metered verse for your consideration.

• Language: English
• Publisher: charlie harris
• Release date: Jun 24, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393973416

Guille DeBastart

69 years old, a Vietnam War veteran, a graduate of the University of Michigan, a retired GM tool maker and metal model maker,  his hobbies include-- among other things-- astrophotography, writing as well as landscape, seascape, and portrait painting. He has strong interests in Biblical exegesis and hermeneutics, Christian theology, astrophysics, moral, ethical, and political philosophy, Western history and Constitutional Law. He and his wife are raisning two of their grandchildren while living on an inland lake in upper-Michigan.

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A St Padraig's Day Toast

"Descended all of kings;

e'ery hovel a castle.

Break bread, lift yer cups;

keep the fast still.

Mind e’en in jest

may be troves

o’ fair wisdom;

Each word I’ve said

I meant as I spake.

May yer tail be

three days in Heaven

Before the devil

misses yer snout.

To the feckless S.O.B’s

who loathe the Kingdom;

I say feck ye

if ye kin naught

take a joke."

Et Abscondet Faciem Sol

Et abscondet faciem Sol;

The Sun will hide his face,

See, the sun constant shines

while we sleep, work, or

dreaming play yet think not on it,

it shines.

Bright, warm, steady

e'en while half the world slumbers

on this blue gem enfolded in its light;

life given without a second thought

for what has been

surrendered.

Majestic, distant, giving light, life,

hope in the deepest night,

comfort with each dawn;

able, too, to parch the tongue,

burn the skin, blind the eye,

and slay the fool in his way.

Wonder not that from ancient times

more than one has considered

this great thing and the God of Gods

in a single thought.

Not the same, mind you, but

certainly not altogether unlike.

We live and breathe and in

the Light have our being.

Though we do not

see directly yet we know and

take comfort there.

Upon the Funeral of William (Bill) Kramer

William