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Sinai Desert (digital art from a photo I took
Excerpt from my poem Hagar’s Silence)
How did it come to be
that the all-powerful
Creator of all
was so powerless
as to need a nomad tribe
to fight as ally in a minor war…
The reward of promised land,
great wealth, divine favour,
and countless children
to be born, like desert sands…
Combing her hair in silence,
I begin to wonder
how it all came to be,
humanity’s enslavement
to the gods and goddesses,
the endless blood sacrifices
of man and beast
before, after, and between their wars…
Sinai Desert (digital art from a photo I took
Knitting yarns of sun-lit rainbow mist and storm-dark clouds once lightning kissed, she clothed such beauty to our days blessed by her bright mind-magic ways.
A wee verse I wrote in 2004 and serendipitous bit of lighting later.
Autumn’s rich with yellow gold.
We watch in wonder to behold
the glory of her days.
She shares so freely with us all,
this Queen of Seasons, Fall.
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War
carves
horror
into
every
cell.
New
cells
bear
crosses
of
old
memories.
The
body
does
not
forget
traumas
it
has
known.
The
record
remains
in
all
who
stand
or
fall.
Emotions
buried
deep
transmit
signals
still.
All
Wars
of
ages
past
are
with
us
even
now.
The
Earth
does
not
forget,
nor
does
Humanity.
What
we
choose
to
be
and
do
becomes
our
legacy,
War
on
War
on
War
!
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