from Out of Darkness

Desert Fathers

dry path
light pack
rough staff
mark track

move free
breathe clear
far peaks
cold fear

you must fear God
the Fathers say
traveling always
towards your death

these things
helplessly
have I
ever done

high plain
earth swell
stones line
the ancient well

silent roar against the sky
eagles skirt the axis of its bore

the sun the stars
repeat their arcs

thin figures
starved in stillness
gathering darkness
one and one

a golden eye pivots
the lizard flicks its tongue

Our Father

silent shadow
under
fullmoonrise


1/16/09