From the throne of God, atop the mountain’s cragged face,
a faint waxing blush bleeds through the ashen darkness.
Through this small rent in the dam of night,
the golden glow of a resurrected sun spills over a dark sea of clouds,
transfiguring water to wine and wine to milk.
Far below the misty wisps of the broken billowing tide,
a slow rolling breaker, spreads its whitewash of light across the dusky valley floor,
washing away the cobwebs and dust of night.
In its growing brightness the past becomes the future
and what was the shadow of myths takes on the breathing flesh of reality.
Illuminated in an amber haze
a lonely, winding river, fences off virgin, fresh, fertile, green, felt forests,
as well as sisters, deflowered and defiled by mans touch.
Their violator having plowed and sowed their fields
left them soiled and partially covered with pilfered patchwork quilts of varying colors.
Unnoticed runs in the worn and ragged, harlequin cloths
reveal the dark skin of man’s pregnant slave.
Separating creations perfection from nature’s naked shame,
an ancient, well worn, dusty, dung spattered, dirt scar,
the master’s mark of ownership,
carries the servant‘s sweat to the distant shops and stores.
Blistered with the bumps of buried boulders,
and stained by mottled splotches of shade,
the plain, seldom chosen lane,
and its tainted, aqueous companion,
come to a deserted country church,
lying with its crooked crosses, and crumbling cemetery crypts
that hold the mass of all its believers and non believers alike.
Passing by, the thirsty byway bends with the damp demands of it’s conjoined consort
holding intercourse with the twisting, lazy, cafe-Au-lait ribbon of water,
where it belatedly and perfidiously promises marriage.
Lying under her companion\'s bridge, master and slave become one
as she carries the land\'s sullied discharge to the fertile side of her bed.
Here a seed dropped by a descending dove, into virgin silt, sprouts,
is then baptized, ripens and is harvested to resurrect in glory,
sacrificed, to be eaten in holy sacrament,
for the redemption and salvation of all living things.
And thus, in this mountain air, under a fiery sun,
from water, and dust, the Lord of this land creates his bastard son.