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: Creation
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.
It started so well.
Alone, silently, a cell splits on a planet, cold and bleak, traces of life beginning fragile, hopeful and a stirring of a sigh. —- Then others mutate and movements starts as the urge to live, to create and to be but changes the barren land and sea and sky. — Slowly, creeping, altering organisms are… Continue reading It started so well.
Cambo and others
The candle flamed and then the dark enfolded it, taking the space from the rank room and filling it with the sins of the rich nations who take each glimmer of light and feed on it leaving the rest to wrestle with the deepening dread of night and —– nearby in valley of shadows someone’s… Continue reading Cambo and others
Creation groans.
The bounteous skin of the earth corrupted,
its bones break through, bleaching in the sun-