Under The Olive Tree

Chernobyl

“There are some things that you seal in concrete – they have their times and their seasons – nuclear meltdowns, times when your emotions run at a fever pitch – power that can only be tempered with a harsh winter wind – the javelin’s point in the ice, fractured and violated in ecstatic wonder – the beads of water skittering across the seething oil – the melting of the candle transformed but still the same – the heart that desperately cries out a name – the unrelenting fever – the torture and the pain – some are borne on hurricanes, some on gentle breeze – the all-consuming fire and the never-ending flame.”  – Ossian

Without faith – life is unbearable.  There is too much to assimilate, too much to understand – too much to taste – too much to see – too much to do again.  Too many ways to miss the mark, too many ways to lose – without an everlasting love and eternity to gain – life is much too short to live, too little joy and too much pain.

By faith we’re traveling to our home –

no more to wander – no more tears –

no violent thunder – no more storm –

but time to live and to explore

the deeper timeless crystal pools

the understanding and the light

the tender touch – the open soul

to hold in awe and deep content

the secrets of the breath of Spring

unfolding in experience

and capturing the twinkle

Of childish eyes – or basking

in the warmth and beauty

Of the Knighted and the wise.

-     The Fool

Love that transcends

The dark of night

The terror and the fright

The width, the height, the depth

The separations – and the strain

The victory over sin – and, yes

The victory over death.