This evening, our 7th Grader Jacob approached Charlene and me for some homework assistance.  “Do we have any books of poetry?  I need one to bring in as an example for my Language Arts class.”

As Charlene pondered a question as challenging as the Kobayashi Maru, my mind jumped into warp drive.  The answer would require nothing as challenging as a Mind Meld.  I raced to the bookshelf, well outside of the Neutral Zone.  All of the universe seemed to align.

I proudly turned around and presented my prize, Leonard Nimoy’s book of poetry, “Warmed by Love.”

My dear son looked confused.  My wife looked fearful.  I looked giddy.

Charlene redirected the conversation back to the question, “I’m sure we have another book of poetry.”

Humph.  Alright, if my family is going to be that way.  “How about the Book of Psalms?  That’s poetry,” I reluctantly offered as an alternative.

If it’s not going to be Vulcan, at least it can be the Word of God.  I guess I can live with that.