Venerable Bede 7th Century Monk
The present life, O king, seems to me, in comparison with that time which is unknown to us, like to the swift flight of a sparrow through the room wherein you sit at supper in winter amid your officers and ministers, with a good fire in the midst whilst the storms of rain and snow prevail abroad; the sparrow, I say, flying in at one door and immediately out another, whilst he is within is safe from the wintry storm but after a short space of fair weather he immediately vanishes out of your sight into the dark winter from which he has emerged. So this life of man appears for a short space but of what went before or what is to follow we are ignorant.
Where Was I Before I Was Born?
The sound of children at a summer lake
laps at the edge of memory
floats us back with the wave wash
past album bound photos
past womb-time pulse
to our fathers before us
who speak
in the lullaby of rain
in the comfort of skin
as we nest in a loved one’s arms
Endless Deep
Albatross lock
ten-foot wings
into cliff jumper
hang-gliders
to swoop and soar
bank and glide
on ocean wave updrafts
round
and around the globe
for years without time
till a pulsing need
draws them to land
to the spot they were bred
to breed in turn
before
returning
to hover the endless deep
like us
Love the court scene. Now I want to know what secrets he’s going to tell.
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Should I keep going?
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Sure left me hanging. Very good Joe!
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Love the “bananas”! Good story in court room!
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