Respect

Charlize Theron
"Atomic Blonde"

Respect
Life
生活を尊重する
Seikatsu o sonchō suru
ps103

Let all that is within me bless the goal.
Bless the truth, O my soul.

Respect that which is benign for life.
Don't forget that love relieves strife.

Respect intelligence by design.
Don't forget what you find by faith in the divine.

There is forgiveness for error.
There is relief from that which causes terror.

There is healing from infirmities.
There is the unity in diversity.

There is redemption from fear of the grave.
The attitude of gratitude crowns our hearts for what saves.

Mercy illumines our hearts and minds.
Law binds that which would otherwise despise what investigation finds.

There is satisfaction for good things.
Your youth rises high like the wind beneath eagle wings.

Judgement will be for education, the disabled and defense.
The poor will rise without crime for what makes sense.

Spending will be for national and social security.
Balance will be found with seasoned maturity.

Goodness is defined by meeting basic needs.
Each household heeds what it takes to feed.

Law is against cruelty or violence.
It is for justice that breaks the silence.

Accusation must be preceded by cause.
Investigation has to be done to find truth without flaws.

Conviction yields only to proof in the body of evidence.
Certainty finds substance beyond mere coincidence.

Punishment will confine for a time or charge with a fine
but life in prison is the limit for capital crime.

We have been drawn from the water of tidal surge.
We are learning from the verge of the urge to emerge
from the purge.

There has been compassion for mercy in survival.
The arrival of strength from the rival was vital.

Anger was a prelude to kindness.
The timeless mind sought to find us in life's likeness.

Respect that which is benign for life.
Don't forget that love relieves strife.

Don't forget what you find by faith in the divine.
Respect intelligence by design.

Let all that is within me bless the goal.
Bless the truth, O my soul.


103 Benedic, anima mea

1 Bless the Lord, O my soul, *
and all that is within me, bless his holy Name.
2 Bless the Lord, O my soul, *
and forget not all his benefits.
3 He forgives all your sins *
and heals all your infirmities;
4 He redeems your life from the grave *
and crowns you with mercy and loving-kindness;
5 He satisfies you with good things, *
and your youth is renewed like an eagle's.
6 The Lord executes righteousness *
and judgment for all who are oppressed.
7 He made his ways known to Moses *
and his works to the children of Israel.
8 The Lord is full of compassion and mercy, *
slow to anger and of great kindness.
9 He will not always accuse us, *
nor will he keep his anger for ever.
10 He has not dealt with us according to our sins, *
nor rewarded us according to our wickedness.
11 For as the heavens are high above the earth, *
so is his mercy great upon those who fear him.
12 As far as the east is from the west, *
so far has he removed our sins from us.
13 As a father cares for his children, *
so does the Lord care for those who fear him.
14 For he himself knows whereof we are made; *
he remembers that we are but dust.
15 Our days are like the grass; *
we flourish like a flower of the field;
16 When the wind goes over it, it is gone, *
and its place shall know it no more.
17 But the merciful goodness of the Lord endures for ever
on those who fear him, *
and his righteousness on children's children;
18 On those who keep his covenant *
and remember his commandments and do them.
19 The Lord has set his throne in heaven, *
and his kingship has dominion over all.
20 Bless the Lord, you angels of his,
you mighty ones who do his bidding, *
and hearken to the voice of his word.
21 Bless the Lord, all you his hosts, *
you ministers of his who do his will.
22 Bless the Lord, all you works of his,
in all places of his dominion; *
bless the Lord, O my soul.

Employ

Mila Kunis 

with Howard Stern on Ashton Kutcher


Employ
Joy
喜びを雇う
Yorokobi o yatou
ps124

Dead skin cells float near the back of your eyes.
These phantom images aren't quite the right size
to make pigs fly but my oh my.

Circular squibs look out on the world.
Like projections they float from the sea of pearls.
These tiny shadows affect your sight
in a way that might not be right.

I stand on the shore
near the surf generated roar.

There within my hand
slide the tiny bits of sand.
They fall toward the land
of particulate delight.
These retain shape in sight
when it is light
but not too bright.

Like sand in the hourglass
gravity shows movement pass
as a measure of time moving past
each moment passing the last
until the sand stands fast in forever's grasp.

Moment by moment
time foments
the growth of experience
in existence for subsistence.

The nature of things is such
that atoms make this stuff.

All things are made of atoms.
While they can't be seen, they can be fathomed.

Down beneath the visible form
lie the tiny bits that shape the norm
and let you see the worms 
squirm.

Lull to a rest the savage works of war
that make our industry look like a whore. 
Love has power with public peace to aid mortality
to avoid the total fatality of vitality.

Even the work of battle
falls to the chattel of her prattle.

The sun stood still.
The shadow of the moon caused a chill.
It was all quite a thrill.

Time was not killed
but it skipped a trill
in the whirling mill.

Seconds turned to minutes.
Minutes weren't the finish.

The clock tower
rang the number for the hour.

The hours turned to days.
Days became a week of rays.

The weeks became months.
Moonlit gravity played more than once.

The months turned tears to years.
Our fears proved too dear
to adhere.

All will be made clear
if you'll just come over here.

See you later 
Allie Gator.

In a while 
you crock of bile.

Is it true
that no one waits for you?

All will be made clear in the fullness of mind.
I look forward to the arrival of such a time.

If faith had not been for something better
than profit from munition's chain letter,
conflict would have to say
to defend our way
is not worth the pay
for the play.

If love had not been for life
existence would not know escape from strife.

Adversity would swallow that which is alive.
Enemies would not have to strive.

The rage of water would have overwhelmed us.
There would be nothing left  to discuss.
What a bust!

We prayed that we would not be made into prey.
We were saved.

Was it only chance that saved us?
We hope for more. Our faith does not fuss
much over such.

We have escaped from the snare of the fowler.
Like a bird, flight gives us power.

All that we see or seem
is more than a dream within a dream.

The love that saves us from harm is benign.
The love that saves us from destruction is sublime.

Had there not been the experience of ineffable joy
there would be nothing to deter the will to destroy.

Life would not feel like it is worth 
the effort to make a living with work.

The love that saves us from malice is blessed.
The love that saves us from murder is addressed
as a profoundly professed quest to do our best
to prevent prematurely eternal rest.

Let all those who have been harmed now say
had love not been with us to belay or allay
worse when we were being attacked 
we would have been sacked
or swallowed alive by grief.
There would be no relief.

Their anger was ignited against us.
They took advantage of our trust.

The raging waters would have carried us away.
The mad rushing surge of urgency would have swept us to the bay.

The tumbled rumble of boss in liquid toss crossed
would have cast us against hard objects for our loss.

We escaped the trap that was set for us.
The deception was exposed to sight with a windy gust.

The divisive vice has been broken.
The essential essence of life has been spoken.

The love that saves us from harm is benign.
The love that saves us from destruction is sublime.