On Eternity…and on and on

 

 Venerable Bede 7^th 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