Joshua Tree

As surely as God is trustworthy,

His clouds will rise in the desert sky

pillaring, muttering thunder

while close by, hot winds

blast the manzanita,

throw bright mica

at slick rock walls,

and bend low

the Joshua tree

with His mighty

breath.

We thought that all was lost,

that God, once denied,

would refuse to hear

our thirsty prayer;

but know you this:

His nature

is all

Yes.

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AN: Ref. Second Corinthians 1:18-19

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Chiron

                               Chiron and the boy Achilles, Roman fresco Pompeii
                                  C1st A.D., Archaeological Museum of Naples

Soon night will tie a knot
through the silky cord of time;
we'll gaze through gauzy windows
as to nothing day subsides,

as fly avenging furies
through cimmerian skies,
Chiron will teach us all
the truth in all our lies.

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Author's note: KHEIRON (or Chiron) was the eldest and wisest of the Centaurs, a tribe of half-horse men. But unlike the rest of this tribe he was an immortal god. He was a great teacher who mentored many of the great heroes of myth including Jason, Peleus, and Akhilleus. Eventually, however, he passed away from the earth, after accidentally being wounded by Herakles with an arrow coated in Hydra-venom. The wound was incurable, and unbearably painful, so Kheiron voluntarily relinquished his immortality and died. However, instead of being consigned to Haides, he was given a place amongst the stars by Zeus as the constellation Saggitarius or Centaurus.  (http://www.theoi.com/Georgikos/KentaurosKheiron.html)

Rising Sun

rising sun

floods the highway

washes with gold

my eyes

blind, peering

waiting 

for an opening

to go.

Хамза аль-Хатиб

Хамза аль-Хатиб,
мило улыбнулась.

Неужели он думает о школе
и футбол, и друзья
ожидания, чтобы играть
, когда они поймали его,


примерно буксируемых его в свой белый фургон
взял его на своем участке, и потребовал
исповедь
его блестящие слезы,
от его нежной покраснел
с смятения и страха?

Они сделают из него
например
о том, что происходит с теми,
кто стремится к счастью
в Сирии Асада.

Но вы, плач родителей,
Вы трубки нам ваше пытали ребенка
искаженное лицо, зияющие грудь
рваные оружия, опозорившейся половых органов.

Показать нам, как
Асад разрушает свое будущее.

О родители Сирии, встань
и отправить Асад
в съеживаются от страха перед воротами небес

как Аллах
осторожно колыбели
ваш убиты
детей.

Close By

close by, 

in this empty room

I feel air lightly cross my lips,

rush to rising lungs, 

mix with surging blood

and lengthen my life

by another breath.

Then I know how thin

the line between am

and has been. 

But watching the sun decline

through windows of time

my wonder rises

as stars fill my widening sight

and I see how it will be

in eternity.