Tuesday, October 23, 2012

The Gods of the Copybook Headings

Children used to have and use 'copybooks' to practice their penmanship. Oh yes, this was in the 'old days' my friends.  Although I am apprised that some homeschoolers are now using "copybooks" in their curriculums and bringing back the concept.  Copybook headings would often be a Proverb from Scripture or maxims, such as the one below.  
[Note: Reference image from - http://raisingfutureleaders.blogspot.com/2010/06/freebie-happy-scribe-month-of-june.html]
I had been prompted as I watched a Frances & Friends show on the SonLife Broadcasting Network (Ch. 344 on DirecTV in Portland Oregon :o) to check out a fellow by the name of Curtis Bowers who had apparently made a film entitled "Agenda: The Grinding Down of America."  I found a copy of the DVD at the Clackamas County Library (Multnomah Count Library didn't have it, but I have a library card for both libraries.) and have not viewed it yet, but will be shortly.  However, I did find a YouTube video of Mr. Bowers giving a presentation apparently to a group of folks in a church....in which he describes what brought him to the point in his life where he felt he had to make this film.  It was a case for him - well, you remember the adage that all it takes for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing?  He did not want to be "one of those guys" who did nothing.
Now,,,,at the end of Mr. Bowers talk, who, by the way, by every word he spoke, is a sold-out Christian, born again by the Precious Blood of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ,,,,and also by the way is a legislator from the state of Idaho,,,,any way,,,,at the end of his talk, Mr. Bowers read the following poem, writtten by Rudyard Kipling.
 Again, I found myself so taken by a poem and the power of its meaning that I had to make it part of my blog.  And so,,,,,,here is the poem -  
 The Gods of the Copybook Headings
AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn

That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,

Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,

They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.

They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life

(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,

By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew

And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man

There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins

When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!


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