B is for Stealing

Last night I had a dream. A Theist dream. Left me more determined to prove to whosoever it was that couldn’t give me a straight answer that I was NOT going to end up in hell. Or maybe it was the phantom zone. Yes, I’m a Theist. Of course I believe in good and evil as ACTUAL persons and places. It’s probably the most unsophisticated thing about me [in terms of logic and reality] but there it is. Of course, one could say that eating a meal, then a fruit bowl, then juice, then multigrain crackers with rotisserie chicken MAY have something to do with it. I didn’t have it all at once, this was just a succession as the evening/night wore on. So I’m in a room. I’m always in a room. I hate rooms. … So I’m in a room. Let’s just say there was a moderator and an audience. The moderator tested each member’s thought or whatever with fire, if they passed they moved on, if they didn’t they got pulled into a tear drop and moved further and further away into the darkness. When it was my turn, the mo...

[blogging brings a kind of discipline. not totally sure what to say today. maybe i rest. still, i need to post. so enjoy a piece i wrote some time back. then rest. pax] What. What has befallen the cathedral? What midnight witch has set a curse upon this house… and given birth to turbulence? They were gods, you know. Young gods. And they blessed us with their love. Her power lay in his words And his… Lay in the scent of her hair. And we who were privileged to draw near to their space, Their place Knew what love was. Stained between sheets of glass. Etched in marble. Her finger nails carved out his sighs and we echoed it like a prayer. But now, ill mannered birds circle the sanctuary And that which is vile lives there. The rain exposes our tears. Come! Bring the oils. Retrieve the texts. Maybe we can save this place, make it a safe place. With a kiss… And a prayer… And maybe the “gods” would return there. Broken Cathedral… 01:11:09 © Tracy J Hutchings