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Photographic Poetry – “A Short Story of the Witness of the Rocks”

For eons long I’ve seen the stewards of the world live cruel, rebellious lives

The irony’s not lost on my as still I stand while all of they with good, divine responsibility have felt the weight of their rebellion claim the life that they were granted by their kind, Creator King

For me and all my brethren tall are groaning quite majestically as we experience effects of sins of little men although we try with all our given strength to sing the praise of He who fashioned us when life was young, before the birth of all humanity

But in the death of He who my Creator sent, the little men, my stewards small, have found the only hope to live for all eternity, when sky and ground are made anew, when wickedness has disappeared and they are free from sin’s effects, in sweet communion with my Good, Creator King

Fotography Friday – Glendalough

Photographic Poetry – A Short Story of a Rock

The swirling mists rise slowly up from fields of ancient age sublime

The water ‘round a constant flow across the rolling land, a gentle source of life and sound

The mountains stand as stoic witnesses of life in all its fair and bittersweet expressions as the silence whispers memories of those who’ve come before

I watch the scenes that play throughout the eons long of trees that live and die, of waters fresh that come and flow and go, of men who live and build and worship He who made the glen in which I am and tell…

It is this God that now I softly praise.

Ireland Trip 2009