Timing, so important to our lives, lives both on earth and swirls around us from the stars, from the Sun, from our galaxy. As we in our small ways bring in the harvest, we struggle as did our ancestors with the arrow that is drawn at the beast, out there and within us. Here is a Fall Equinox reflection.
Harvest, Hunters & Celestial Threads
The thick flock startles the air
clearing the Temple
new rule nailed to the wall.
the white Chancel trembles
the mad Moon whistles her dares.
we think to cast stones
our ravenous prayers
as we open the harvest cellar.
From down below
stirred by bird flap and feathers
by salt and hope
rises the corn
the wheat reborn.
The stone floor receives our knees,
cracks the silence stained by privilege.
Twilight bursts in the tree tops like wildfire
and from afar cries autumn’s entry.
Close light from below draws down celestial threads
slant of galaxies slashing our sky.
Yes we are writing the earth with our tears
with our toes
with our hunger
with our chant and claspsed hands:
By Lutia Lausane, copyright Just Peachy Productions, September 2016