Eulogy for Robert G. Ingersoll

An Original Poem by

Jay R. Strisik

O Ingersoll your crystalline words are stilled,
And museumed away from daily discourse,
While dishonest men crush virtue for power
And invoke deities and fear to confuse. 
O Ingersoll freedom is weeping,
Truth sullied by grubby hands
Of liars and purloiners of sense,    
Misers in doling aid to ill and needy.

O Ingersoll can you not rise again?
Keep that appointment to orate,
Seeding ideas and weeding falsehood.     
This age is poor and starving for truth.
O Ingersoll we refuse to believe
That such clarity of thought
And appeal to infinite reason
Was written on the water.       
You instructed our fathers
But they are gone and villains officed.
It’s daunting for plain men to go
Without a giant to hold the light.
O Ingersoll how hard you labored
But the work ahead was barely touched
And how well you knew it,   
You warrior without malice.
Exposing greed and false ideas
Was your birthright given by nature,    
Battling folly and death-causing creeds.
O Ingersoll, can you not still walk ahead of us?

About Jay R. Strisik

Born in Brooklyn 83 years ago (but people say I look weeks younger). I am one of those lucky older Earthlings who retains most of my physical and mental abilities, at least for the rest of the month. I started writing in high school, stopped and started many times. I have completed about five or six book length novels and non-fiction. The last few years I have also written about seventy poems, and about thirty-five short stories. I self-publish for my friends who then become enemies. I credit my current burst of activity to the East Valley Writers Group, we meet Sunday nights at Borders in Mesa I have published a few short stories in obscure places.. My undergraduate life was at New York University, interrupted by WWII (the world is often rude). I spent four years in the Air Force then back to college at Ramapo, finally mastering in Social Work at Columbia University. I worked for over twenty years in the family business, a rope and twine distributor, then into social work. My degree is in industrial social work and I have lectured to several thousand folks on job finding techniques. My wife Georgia lets me live with her in Gilbert, AZ. We have two married children and three grands. We attend meetings of the humanists from time to time, but are not into organized anything. This is too long and keeping me from my computer.....bye.


Eulogy for Robert G. Ingersoll — 1 Comment

  1. It is heartwarming to see so many posts from members of the Humanist Society of Greater Phoenix. I had no idea Jay was also one of our talented members! This is a beautiful, moving poem.

    I look forward to reading many wonderful essays and poems, and thank you Marilyn, for giving us this opportunity!

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