The Seasons: A Poem

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Sunrise over Amazing Grasses Family Farm The mad Artist wields His brush, Painted colors rush, To life and give flush, Before the quiet autumn hush. The life seems to pour, As colors fall to the floor, To be seen no more, Outside the dark, grey door. Brightness from below, Sun upon the snow, High, cold clouds blow, Flakes and ice appear to grow. The man melts with little seen, Underneath, pale, grey green, Hides life in dark unseen, Waits for warmth and to careen. Buds on branches show, Patience starts to grow, Trickles, streams and veins flow, Bringing fruits of melted snow. Sprung to life it springs, Bees, birds, sound rings, Lush green flings, Its gift bounty brings. Green growth gives one last rush, Underneath the Painter's brush. The mad Artist wields His brush, before the quiet autumn hush. More poetry is available from James M. Hahn in  The Last Dragon and Other Poems  available now. My new book of cryptogram puzzles " Secret Messages from the Saints " is avai
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Another Random Post

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When I (Jim) began this blog years ago I had pie-in-the-sky ideas of an awesome blog with millions of followers.  Well, maybe not, I think I just wanted an outlet for my writing and a place to record the events of family life.

Over the course of time I've stepped away from the blog and turned to other outlets such as Facebook, Twitter, and every other distraction.  Yes, I'm now calling them distractions.  I know I'm crazy but I believe that I only have so much brain power for each day.  I also believe that God wants me to use that power to create a better world in my own unique way.

What I've discovered, however, is that much of my day is literally spent checking in and up on social media sites.  I find myself posting more one-line, witty comments than well thought out pieces that could help another person even if it's just helping them smile. I've also noticed that many of those one-line witty comments, or pictures of various life flotsam and jetsam garnish more "likes" than anything of deeper value or importance.

I also believe that Facebook as well as the others want it to be exactly this way.  What was once truly social media is no more.  Algorithms decide if a post, picture, or comment is worthy of our viewing.  What once truly went "viral" because of it's uniqueness is now a "sponsored" post.

Furthermore, I think that many of us, okay most of us are being conditioned by these distractions, outlets, sites, to have an extremely short attention span.  For every person who read that last sentence there were probably 10 who didn't make it that far because they were not "entertained".  Who has time to read The Mysterious Island when there are so many food pictures to look at on Instagram?

I hope that this short post will be the beginning of my "disconnection" from a world that lives for "panem et circenses" and no longer lives for truth.  Call me an Amish-Catholic, backwards, or crazy but I believe many of us are called to a Benedictine type of life, one that is preparing to rebuild the culture when it falls.

Withdraw from these distractions is not easy.  I like bread (mainly liquid) and circenses (mainly college football) as much as the next person but it must be done.  I will still post pictures and writings mainly on this blog or the farm blog.  I will also use our Facebook pages occasionally (Real Life Rosary) & (Amazing Grasses).

I hope you will continue to read the blog and grow from it.  It's a good outlet for me as I'm working on a novel that I hope to have finished this year.  Even better than the blog is a handwritten letter and I will always encourage any personal correspondence (PO BOX 390, LOGAN, OH 43138-0390).  Please keep in touch as we continue ora et labora....


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