Resurrection

Dizzy trees grab spinning earth
Signposts swaying in twilight breeze
To the haughty stars

Sky licks the tender heat off our earthen lair
Whispers of leaves
Gossips to the suckling wind

Water bears no marks
From walking feet
Nor scars from careless spears
on this bleak  frontier

I will come
When rivers run straight again
 

            Ashes to Ashes
 
                   Birthing height's fall
                   in lava plunge
                   to shadows cross
                   from heaven's high grace
                   down age's frosty slope
                   to earth beneath.

                   Throw your tattering cloths aside
                   and go naked now stiff remnant
                   embraced in nets of pain
                   to break that final tape.

                   Stars in heaven's mouth
                   liquid fire held tight
                   burn cold skin that fallow lies.
                   Where now are the men
                   that shaped the stones
                   of this our heathen haven
                   in the sky.
 
 

THE 'MORRIS' STUDIO :         Presenting a selection of work for sale by Eric W. Morris