I Cupiditas Idonea

(Fit passion)
Afore the age of thinking man began,
A sensual desire filled his soul,
Yet though to ev’ry woman, all men ran,
They found their rapture never to be whole!
Then Founders struck the seeds of newer age,
They found the way to make the boy a Man,
They molded noble men from age to age,
Their passion geared from petty to Divine!
Yet lately modern man unleashed the beast-
To find the glory and the vigor lost.
For passion caged becomes a noble beast,
And whim indulged becomes a passion lost!
If love is to be worthless, treat it such
To be divine, denial is a must.
- Vir Cogitans Americanus
Scribit Dies XXVI Maii, anno Domini MMVII

162 Pretium Omnibus Crescet Nihilo

(The worth of all things grows from nothing)
My skeptic friends do ask this query great:
“What God of love would bask in misery?
If God is good then why allow the hate?
Why ever should we see depravity?”
I pondered this, and thought of none and all-
I went to kiss the veil of nothingness,
I found importance in the lack of all-
I saw existence yield its only bliss!
For value does derive from antonyms-
When water is denied, it seems so nice-
The virtue’s gold, so sung in ancient hymns,
Is seen through cold depravities of vice!
Thus evil, once contrasted with the good,
Augments the virtue’s worth, it’s used for good!
© Jerusalemrising (Tyler O’Neil)
Written May 1, 2007