Bobble heads for Obama

Before I watch the bobble-heads for Obama acclaim their Messiah at the Pantheon in Denver, I need to embrace a few moments that put life into perspective. In my $1.00 per volume set of the New Encyclopedia Brittanica, 2002 edition, that I purchased at a local book sale, I find the perfect example. Dante Gabriel Rossetti, an English poet and painter, reached heights in his brief life of 54 years, that Barack will never attain. Though homely in appearance, Rossetti was rendered attractive to the literate and literary world by his mastery of the both brush and pen, especially the sonnet. In a sonnet, he claimed, " the passionate and just delights of the body are declared to be as naught if not ennobled by the concurrence of the soul at all times." Bobble-heads for Obama, take note. All is not as it seems with the Messiah; appearances can be deceiving. A pretty face and form not "ennobled" by a depth of character and soul, are for naught.

Magnificent memorable lines from a sonnet of Rossetti’s remind me of the gift for which I am grateful. Nothing that Obama’s liberal, elitist, hedonistic, socialistic soul- even if empowered by the Oval Office - could hope to change, will ever wipe them away.

" Oh! Clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love."