At the edge of sound
Silence is absolute— for every word spoken, every prayer fervently whispered, and every curse flung out to the Wide is met with the enormity of Silence. It says nothing, yet all sounds arise from it, and all sounds die in it. It says nothing, nothing for all is, as is.
A son’s question
Your harsh light has my head beaten down to the toes my ears red to the heat. Father, there is too much to see to have these curious eyes only to the grains touched to these feet Mother! Let out your braided branches cover me in your dappled shadows so I may taste more than the…
O Father, why have you beaten Mother away The lands are dry, and your children crawl whipped by your words that direct no man but broken backs O Father, your great hand has nothing to guide no sunlight reflected, and no sunflowers dancing to you for the rivers of Mother run dry she has sunk…
You would think it is the Day of Reckoning Heaven split, marbled gold towers tumbling Hell clodded in earth, banked into soft ash and the people of the world clasping hands, recognition shining in their eyes one joyous smile to another, one uproar to another ‘I see you!’ “I see you!” and the sky streaks in…
Love on a carrot stick.
She had eyes like the night skies The milky way around her center Oh! She sang-sang with the swing of her feet The stars falling with her wishes. Her taps soon beat with her father’s Lost she was to his. His name her last The spell cast her mother held strong jingling bells to a story…