Forty years ago
Time does not remove the pain
Where are our heroes?
Copyright Francis 2020
Haiku: ‘Memory’
Category: poetry
Book Review # 217: The Vanishing Half — The Pine-Scented Chronicles (Reblog)
Appealing to Who We Are There is always that part of us that wants to escape, whether physically, spiritually, or virtually. Behind every yearning to runaway is a bevy of reasons. Most of us long to move on and discover new places or uncharted territories. Some of us wants to break free from the shackles […]
Book Review # 217: The Vanishing Half — The Pine-Scented Chronicles
Nordhavn, Copenhagen (Take 2) — Life in Copenhagen (Reblog)
I’ve already shared Nordhavn with you before – I went back during golden hour/sundown and wow, it was even more pleasant to walk around than the previous time around. I just love how even the incomplete, construction-site look is part of the aesthetic of the neighbourhood.
Nordhavn, Copenhagen (Take 2) — Life in Copenhagen
The Uncertainty Principle — Mapping uncertainty (Reblog)
Such a strange December here on the southern coast. Days as grey as winter with a wind that bites like ice. Get over the mountains and it’s the blazing Aussie summer sun and bushfires burning out of control. Here, though, La Nina rules the weather. Cronus however, seems to be sleeping on the job. Time […]
The Uncertainty Principle — Mapping uncertainty
I Believe (for Advent)
As the song relates
in my happy-ever-after moments:
I believed in the Israelite.
What a circuitous, tortuous route
this mind has been dragged through,
chained to the runaway horse
called magic, or deception,
along with most of the world,
sore and buffeted
through cyclone and fire,
the machinations of men.
I take on board
the doubts and conjecture —
did such and such ever exist;
yet I have studied the shroud
and the napkin of truth — to me
science and the Spirit are one.
So this year as Advent moves
relentlessly on to that crystallization,
when Sol’s southern tropic is reached,
with the death of the sun,
the incarnation of the Son
and the Word,
switching northward towards Light and hope,
I feel my soul and sinews ignite.
This time, more than any other time,
I believe in the Israelite.
Copyright Francis 2020
