soundofmanywaters

      Meaning and remeaning with the seasons, This is their art. They follow The Sun swelling in the East, The grub swelling in the ooze. They celebrate in vast carnival Wind, star, storm and bird-wing And the expense of themselves. They plan nothing: bird-blood beats in them: "We are and we are Yours."   But this thin line of words thrown out Along the sky-tide of Your will, Does it hold anything of You? Yet because I must learn You I shall outfly these birds.

    For your heart moved with me… For your feet hurrying after me… For your arms reaching out to me… For your gaze holding on to me… For your delight dancing over me… For your blood shed for me… For your body broken for me… For your life lived in me… For your family all around me… Thank you Lord.

    Two eyes two ears two hands two feet.   Two sexes two minds two masters we are cut in two.   Double agents double dealing doubled over double talk.   Dark descends. Between split pieces moves a blazing torch, a smoking brazier.   Two crosses stand on either hand one bitter enmity one timid solidarity.   Duplicity divided loyalty split identity broken heart.   Too broken To be mended by any One but You. The central two lines of this poem refer to a mysterious and solemn incident in Genesis 15:9-12,  17, where Abraham sacrifices three animals and cuts them in half, leaving a passageway between the pieces. I wonder whether this Bible passage was the inspiration for Damien Hirst's bisected cow installation where viewers pass between the severed halves. As the sun sets and darkness falls, a great awe and dread falls upon Abraham, and God Himself passes between the carcasses in the...