The candles burned brightly in the temple, repaired the curtains and ordered the day, while down in the fields a body, dead lay. ——– Relieved they slept through a golden dawn and missed the signs that God was about, missed the glory of dying being bested. ——- The sun burnished creation that morning and made… Continue reading Sacred Sunrise
Tag: Climate change
What if the Rain had not come?
What if the rain had not come like Ethiopia, Kenya, Somalia too desertification, dying animals, crying children, folk emaciated, and still the silent sun shines on drying, heating, carbon fuelled. —— What if the rain had not come? The reservoirs emptying still and the cracks in the ground widening and spreading like a pain of… Continue reading What if the Rain had not come?
Super Wealth and Destructive Politics.
Curling leaves and cruel heat scorching the thirsty fruit, smoke covered faces and sweat soaked uniforms, telling the cost of carbon fuels. — Fires rage and ground cracks as the power of the few imagines that they control the climate for the wealthy who vainly want their profits. === Children with their empty tummies rumbling… Continue reading Super Wealth and Destructive Politics.
Cruelty in Politics
The knives are out and the dissection started, Each knowing and set their direction signalled.. Tax cuts or higher tax to quell the over wealthy as they lean in and offer or finger their purses. Each one turning the tory vice on their victims: a family, school children, refugees and workers, the struggling overwhelmed by… Continue reading Cruelty in Politics
Earth 2 or 3?
The gleaming metal shone in the sun as it plummeted towards the planet’s verdant surface, splashing into the bluest of blue seas, it bobbed quietly, rising and falling with the waves. A gap appears near the top and emerging from the darkness into the light came figures, each stood shaking on wobbly legs fell into… Continue reading Earth 2 or 3?
The Flames of Death
It was beautiful, the newly shooting buds of ancient trees, those toppled by the terrible storms defiantly greening, At our feet the carpet of pungent garlic holding its buds as precious gifts to a foraging folk and here and there stars of anemones shining in the dim lit ancient path. == We trod on round… Continue reading The Flames of Death
The Hearth of the multitude.
The memorial bench, a seat in the mystery of time, where I can sit, and my heart swell with the beauty of the place where he sat and contemplated the view. —————– The mist far out to sea cooled the sultry spring air, Silent, eyes closed, no wind and somewhere not far a bud opened,… Continue reading The Hearth of the multitude.
The Trumpet Call of Spring.
( or Hope Denied) The saffron centred crocus shone against the dark earth, petals gently unfolding inviting the invasion of light and insects tending their pollen, enabling production of tapestry in grass; and secretly new bulbs grow ready to bring joy and luminescence to the troubled world. ———- Floating on the breeze bees hover, seeking… Continue reading The Trumpet Call of Spring.
How will they know?
It was the glimpse of a frost iced field, where the lowly sheep were lazily crunching on crisp grass, that touched my heart and brought the memories of chapped cheeks and gloves with holes where the cold wind whistled and the promise of snow. ——– Snow that fell in lazy circles tasting of ice cream,… Continue reading How will they know?
Carbon kills.
With stick thin legs and bellies swollen, they remembered their playing in grass, hide and seek around trees and cattle beside the flowing watery tracks of the recent rain; that washed the earth and egged on the good, growing grain. ——- Rain still falls on someone else’s land, in a place where fridges are full… Continue reading Carbon kills.