Myths

Not following the NaPoWriMo suggestion today. Something more topical.

Photo©Art Anderson

1024px-Olive_Grove_-_panoramio

And will the world keep turning on its endless round,

the stars still hang with frigid smiles

in the icy wastes of space?

Will the trees still leaf in spring,

the vines unfurl their complicated leaves,

and the blackbirds fill the hedge with song?

Will you still love me

and tell me I am all that ever mattered and ever will,

and let me tuck in collars,

snip off trailing threads

and point out the bristle missed shaving?

Will wars stop or start,

armies advance or retreat,

the dead come back,

and the babies never born still fill our thoughts?

Would anything in this endless, infinitely varied universe

change one iota,

if they, stumbling upon a desert tomb,

beneath an olive grove and the dry whistling of sand,

fingers trembling with emotion,

should peel back the shroud,

and find beneath the crumbling linen,

the body of their God?

Advertisements

Published by

Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

8 thoughts on “Myths”

  1. I love when you don’t follow the rules! This has such beauty in it- such a shame that so much of it goes to waste on eyes unwilling to see and voices too raised to hear. Here’s to Hope!

    1. Thanks Merril 🙂 It’s something I wans wondering about the other day. I suspect that if a body was ever found in a tomb in the right place that dated to the right time, the Vatican would have it quietly destroyed.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s