Polaris

Seeing the news stories, the degradation, the 11 year old boys dressed as drag queens, the scalding demand that mothers have the right to 'terminate' (isn't this a nice sterile word?) the little people renting space in their wombs, the politicization of the FBI so that they merely need a target and one can come up with an illegality of some kind or other, judges politicized who hand down punishments for these fine print felonies, invasions calling themselves caravans and compassionates seduced because they can't endure the ad hominems that will attach to them as indelible as Hester Prynne's scarlet letter, pacifist parents afraid of the chagrin of their children and giving them choice of cereal at the market and gender at the surgeon's, men pretending to be women at beauty contests, women clamoring to be out of the home so they can be men in the battlefield, fentanyl and heroin propping us up out of our hedonistic pain, empty homes. Aren't we kind of like a ship crossing the storm swept Atlantic having lost our belief in Polaris? The heavens only sky after all? Or could it be that there is an order to the stars and One who guides the planets in their paths? Maybe it isn't too late to investigate that before we go so far off course that we never get back.