Dawn of an era’s end cast light
shadow over reflective
triumph
confidence
hope
yet to stumble at harvesting
enlightenment’s long birth
The dossal untorn before
revelation becoming
crumbling
dust
swept
unnoticed along terrazzo
way under vestment suit and gown
Unlike liberty’s relic no crack
distressed the ringers’ sounds
falling
from tower
to town
beckoning eternity above solemn
song, entreaty, pledge and prayer
Looking for marks of hands and feet
words abating doubt amid
compassion
anger
greed
a fragile film between deep and grip
bearing approach to source of Word
The sky has not split asunder
the earth remains beneath our feet
shifting
questioning
the imprint
of each moment within
the compass of each day
©John Fairbrother
February 2015
Image Rooted in Love, Kathy Ammon