A Poem to my faculty

This is what I often tell my faculty:

We are all monks
In the temple of academe
Worship the god of knowledge
Save the students from the sin of ignorance
So please take bring up governance

We are all nuns
Practice the love of wisdom
Dispel the devil of dogma
So when I ask you to work on weekends
So please say no more about unions

We are all priests
Spread the gospel of research
======
So please no mention of salary

....

Enjoy sunday down time. Or not

After commence excitment yesterday,  the qientness of this merning felt like discomfort.  Sitting in the corner of the living room that I seldom venture to, the house is quiet and inappropriately huge and empty.
Reflecting tthe years past, just realize the struggling time is the sweetest and most savoring memory.  And in hindsight,  no matter the battles were won or lost, there is always something gained.  Maybe I am lucky enough that the godness of fortune usually on my side.