Souvenir of priest (I)


I decant a sparkling shadow,
to a three ringed hike,
Then picture doves, all plastic,
and forlorn, by christmas angels.

Veget dawn.

the creation of all things possible,
the end, of internal combustion...
walk free from the drudge of pallid life,
into the New Jerusalem.

An aura, of purity, with the freshest of
streams, and banks of ripening, monthly
gathered fruit..

A new tribe!
With all the elements of the old tribes,
But no longer marginalised, to flee


Power to the Earth Mother,
Father Sky, Sister Moon..!!

Redemptive gulps, of paradise.

                                      jimtom say...