The Smoke Tree

On the cusp of world war....



In the beginning
there was a word
and the word was
with God

The earth was formless and empty,
darkness was over the surface of the deep,
and the Spirit of God hovered over the waters
And God said,
"Let there be light,"
and there was light
God saw that the light was good,

and He separated the
light from the darkness

And the earth was green and lush.

Today, there is a tree
sitting on the axis of land of the six peoples
of mankind:

The people of the papyrus
The people of the olives
The people of the dry grass and juniper
The people of the date palm
The people of the fig
The people of the laurel

and the king of pecans from the land of fire

and yet despite the many branches, there is only one tree
that never blooms
it only bears leaves of red

Swirling
words
from heaven
huddled at the cusp
of morning and night

From afar comes the calvary
doing only as the Romans would, when in Rome
sojourning on
saris dipped in sulfer
swords of truth blazing
claiming in God they trust
and all others are sons of darkness

But if the light within us is darkness
how great must that darkness be?

And yes,
red leaves
will be falling

staining the foot of the soilder
on the road to Damascus
the conflict of our souls
the soul of our struggle

the wrath of
the merciful
loving
kind
patient
meek
righteous
God
springs
in deaf ears


In the end
There is a word
dressed in azure
and pitch
unveiling itself

the earth is formless and empty,
darkness is over the surface of the deep,

but the Spirit of God is hovering over the waters

And God says,
"Let there be light,"
and there was light.

And God sees that the light is good,
and He separates the
light from the darkness

the kingdom of of lilies prepares for bloom

Come out of her, my people
come out of her
the harvest is near
and leaves are turning red


“I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.”
Albert Camus