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<DIV align=left>Visionaries:</DIV>
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<DIV align=left>Many, many years ago I discovered the poetry of Countee
Cullen. His work had a profound influence on my
life. I noted this evening that Doug Wilson blogged (in part) on a
brief conversation we had at the last P & Z meeting. My response to
his understanding of our chat is best summarized by the following
poem. </DIV>
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<CENTER><STRONG>Yet Do I Marvel</STRONG></CENTER>
<CENTER><STRONG>- Countee Cullen</STRONG></CENTER>
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<DIV>"I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind<BR>And did He stoop to
quibble could tell why<BR>The little buried mole continues blind,<BR>Why flesh
that mirrors Him must some day die,<BR>Make plain the reason tortured
Tantalus<BR>Is baited by the fickle fruit, declare<BR>If merely brute caprice
dooms Sisyphus<BR>To struggle up a never-ending stair.</DIV>
<DIV><BR>Inscrutable His ways are, and immune<BR>To catechism by a mind too
strewn<BR>With petty cares to slightly understand<BR>What awful brain compels
His awful hand.<BR>Yet do I marvel at this curious thing:<BR>To make a poet
black, and bid him sing!"</DIV>
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<DIV>In short, Doug, I never blame the victim.</DIV></BLOCKQUOTE></DIV>
<DIV><FONT lang=0 face=Georgia size=3 FAMILY="SERIF" PTSIZE="12">Rose
Huskey</FONT><FONT lang=0 face=Arial color=#000000 size=2 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"
PTSIZE="10"><BR></FONT><FONT lang=0 face=Georgia color=#000000 size=3
FAMILY="SERIF" PTSIZE="12">"And he took his staff in his hand, and chose him
five smooth stones out of the brook, and put them in a shepherd's bag which he
had, even in a scrip; and his sling [was] in his hand: and he drew near to the
Philistine. "<BR>1 Samuel 17:40</FONT><FONT lang=0 face=Arial color=#000000
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