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Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874 –1936) was an English writer,[philosopher, Christian apologist, and literary and art critic. He has been referred to as the "prince of paradox" Chesterton created the fictional priest-detective Father Brown,] and wrote on apologetics. Even some of those who disagree with him have recognized the wide appeal of such works as Orthodoxy and The Everlasting Man. Chesterton routinely referred to himself as an "orthodox" Christian, and eventually converted to Roman Catholicism from high church Anglicanism. 

Winter scene, sodden plants,
on ground below,
wet and flat,
crushed by Winter snow.

Dissolve, they will
into the rich soil,
as Spring approaches,
when Gardners toil.

Walking the edge
of our life's needs,
doing tasks when
well intentioned deeds.

How tall the Noble fir,
Grandeur, a stately way.
Still, the early morning,
afternoon breeze, you sway.

A vaulted ceiling,
a secluded place.
Will I once again,
see your face?

Too much to ask,
for, I must guess,
if I don't ask
you will never say yes.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

The hydrogen in your body, present in every molecule of water, came from the Big Bang. There are no other appreciable sources of hydrogen in the universe. The carbon in your body was made by nuclear fusion in the interior of stars, as was the oxygen. Much of the iron in your body was made during supernovas of stars that occurred long ago and far away. The gold in your jewelry was likely made from neutron stars during collisions that may have been visible as short-duration gamma-ray bursts or gravitational wave events. Elements like phosphorus and copper are present in our bodies in only small amounts but are essential to the functioning of all known life. The featured periodic table is color coded to indicate humanity's best guess as to the nuclear origin of all known elements. The sites of nuclear creation of some elements, such as copper, are not really well known and are continuing topics of observational and computational research. Discovery + Outreach: Graduate student research position open for APOD

Non sensical gibberish,
starving for subjects
to write about.
My mind is tired,
dried out. Lack of
sleep will do that
to you, no matter
how fit you are.
I am a long way
from being fit.
My arms like broom sticks,
as alligator skin hangs
from my limbs, like
discarded sheeting.

Good day today.
Month and day
total seven.
The year is in play.

A numerical array
to now leaven,
adding month and day,
add the year = seven.

Writing so much tripe,
so many useless words,
my brain is a dead zone,
this happening is absurd.

I reach out to you
my thoughts to take.
May I have some relief,
please give me a break.

The club, also appears
to be a lunch club meet
and a Dinner Club,
in the same place to seat.

He, the Physiatrist sits,
in his chair of splendor.
Seldom does he listen,
more a verbal vendor.

Holding court, he does,
speaking of subjects vast.
Listening not to others,
his conversation a broadcast.

Long lay the truths
in weed strewn doubt.
Don't be docile,
scream and shout.