Is it the time to give up, yield my friend?
I ask myself, I look at the high heavens.
They throw no answer, remain mute
And silent in their sordid majesty.
Day after day, pass, power, wealth,
Pass, the rest will pass.
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i think you definitely mean SORDID MAJESTY, and it is a deserved epithet for a higher realm which hoards greatness and remains silent. Instead of giving up, raise your voice in just protest: YOU HEAVY INSTRUMENTS OF POWER! DO YOU HEAR ME? (I'm quoting from one of my poems from last year.) A GOD FREELY ADMITS HE WAS WRONG! Is it possible. Well, Kierkegaard argued (wrongly, I believe) , Before God, man is always wrong.Sic. That is sheer power politics raised to a cosmic degree. Is THAT what Christianity means? Well, it's exactly what a Lutheran minister preached at my mother's care facility the year before her death. I asked the minister about his preaching: He was unfamiliar with KIERGEGAARD. but prayer had taught him. OH, CHANGE THE PRAYER to The great sea and the sky and the strong wind move the spirit inside me, and I am carried away trembling with joy. Inuit shaman, Northern taiga