Philosophy On A Sunday Sermon

Stranger than fiction is seasons of the world past

Present and as at, as at before with strings

Secrets of the past made subject interlude 

Of our enquiry to indulge, "hanging apples"

History by historians writes "history boys"

Always has that hint dot of fiction attached

For no story is complete without the cacophony 

Of special effects based on dramatisation of views 

Hence the grape vine and the Chinese whispers

The missing chapters and the thorn out pages

Enquiry always leaves room rich for imagination 

The unknown breeds fertile in rapid thoughts 

Speculation, to trust the mind to go 

On a wild hunt of suspense "who done it"

Between all the spiritual books and all

The Egyptian scrolls of present past  

The unequivocal stands made 

Is to have truth as a chapter subject to

Once preferred associated stands

If Hitler was to write the history books

For the bible knows and tells me so

So as to analyse what I read rather

Than take it as raw like sushi on face-value  

A chapter has subjected angles of thoughts  

Nature "God", has never spoon fed

Man to start now with the history boys

What with a big brain given and 

The will to explore with intriguing notions