We, the Coronado Scribes, consist of both professional and amateur writers. We have in common a desire to learn, by sharing our efforts and listening to other writers. We hold pressure-less sessions every Wednesday, at the Coronado Library conference room, starting at 1:30. Often we have guests who wish to just listen. They are welcome, and so are you.
Each week on eCoronado, we feature a different piece of prose or poetry produced by one of our writers. Please feel free to comment or ask questions in the comment section below.
PROGRESS
Medieval monks, in sandals shod,
Had some strange ways to worship God.
They flogged themselves until they bled,
And lived on little more than bread.
A pilgrimage to a holy site
Would pave the way to lasting light.
And, a seeker who was gently bred
Could pay someone to go instead.
We are presently delighted
That we’re not now so benighted.
Perhaps we would not be so sure
If we looked at things we now endure.
We do not strain to please a God,
But suffer much to tone the bod.
“No gain, no pain,” the trainers say,
So, we sweat and stretch every day.
There are few trips to holy places,
But, we pay our friends to run in races.
If the cause is good, why should we care
If someone runs a lap somewhere?
Thus, we progress as time goes by:
No longer fast to mortify.
But, still boast as we beautify 
That we eat greens instead of pie!
Why do I sigh; why do I sigh?
– Tom Leary
