Here’s another classic post that seemed appropriate
to bring out for another round. It originally appeared —
with a different Landsat satellite image — on March 19, 2009.
This is what I lay at your feet:
The elevation of your sin above my joy
Your immutable commitment to your own swirling Charybdis
Your lust to live a life predicated on lies
And an insatiable appetite to manipulate
Every tender expression
into a gamble against unbeatable odds.
This is what I own:
Enchanted by sugarspunfine words and misguided supplication
I willingly unshrouded,
Exposed crystalline layers to malificent tundra
Shook the heavens in fervent self-immolation
Stripped bare to bone,
I led myself to the altar time and again
And bled a distillatory elixir for the delight of a desiccated crowd.
This is no place for angels!
They fall under the muddy wheels of a dispirited populace
Unavoidably drawn to light’s incandescence
Lost souls parade their moral ambiguities through the center of town
Stripped of inheritance, the meek plod to the slaughterhouse
The strong crack whips against a blistering wind.
Mighty forces hanker crazy to drag you down,
Hold you in a tangle of sucker-bearing arms
Suffocate your senses with a vague elixir somnambulant
And cloak your eyes from that which is your birthright to behold!
Do not lag yet walk without destination
In circles labyrinthian, ovalis, volution
Terra firma rests on her haunches, receives your every step
It is now time to push from within!
You have labored wearily long, hard
Protected your precious offspring, fruits of creation
How deeply will you dive?
This is where the tale takes on a different hue
The table is laid for those ready to break bread dripping with honey
For you who have maintained the thread of connection against all odds
For every soul who has drawn back the veil and held steady gaze
Upon the city on the hill.
The original dawn calls your name as it rises from pale horizon
Tear away the drapes,
Awaken from your golden slumber!
The mastery that has eluded you waits on the threshold
Turn the knob and open the door.
On the edge of the Kalahari Desert in Namibia, sand dunes are encroaching
onto once-fertile lands in the north. Healthy vegetation appears red in this image;
in the center, is a (barely visible here) lone red dot.
It is the result of a center-pivot irrigation system,
evidence that at least one optimistic farmer continues to work the fields
despite the approaching sand.