

GenesisWe struggle, we strive,Genesis
Each giving no quarter. We twist and we writhe, Each seeking the power Of he who is first, Of he who is right Whose wrath is the worst And shall win the final fight.
But why is it so hard to believe
That at that moment, With creation and Adam and Eve, When it was that they first breathed, Their hands were clasped through the torrent?
Nothing but came in pairs,
Save lonely Adam at the beginning? Not in keeping with the adroit cares The Maker took in making. See he and Eve, lying there in the grass, &nbs


LionessPacing A lioness in her cage Waiting Burning incense and sage PrayingLioness
Beneath the silver moon Weeping
As I beg a boon Hoping For the ladys favor Dying From passion and fervor Wishing To be set wild and free Wondering What might become of me While I am waiting for destiny.


To Our Mistress TimeI read these words upon anothers page And knew that they were words of mine: Oh, My Harsh Mistress, Time . That lament echoes forever in my cage.To Our Mistress Time
She rules with the ticking of a clock, With the sluggish passing of an age, With the tides lapping at the dock, And the shifting of the flighty shade.
She is always at my back, in part, But her breath still blows upon my face. She listens to the beating of my heart, Measuring its fevered race.
She holds her axe just above my head, A nameless threat of hours lost


The Laymen's SaintCompiègne, May 23, the Year of Our Lord 1430The Laymen's Saint
When he saw the drawbridge go up, he knew it was over. Bits of earth clung to the strands of grassroot between the planks like drowning men to ship. The roots swayed, waving goodbye, shaking free those desperate clots of soil. The cries of dismay around him seemed to come from miles away. He shook his head and remembered. Priez pour moi, she had said, car jai été trahie. Pray for me, for I have been betrayed. No one had wanted to listen to her in Melun.