SCROLLS
OUT OF THE ASHES
“She fell, she crashed, she broke, she cried, she crawled, she hurt, she surrendered . . . and then she rose again.”
APPLE TREE TRILOGY “To everything (turn turn turn) there is a season (turn turn turn) and a time to every purpose under heaven.”
THE SUN SINGER
By B. Kirk Chernansky
His song drifted over the open prairie
and rose to meet the enormous arc of sky.
Moving to the rhythms of night and day,
the psalm carried him through harsh winters
that yielded gratefully to spring.
He had survived a score of scorching summers,
perhaps because of some divine providence
planted in the ancient soil.
With yearnings so strong and roots so deep
even fire and wind could not
subdue his passion.
Yet now it seemed a dirge of sweat and steel
and human waste
had turned his pastoral to dust
with lust for other things.
Still he dives into the fray with
eyes wide open.
Falling upward, he is lifted
by the breath of spirit
that pulls and tugs at his heart.
There is no dissonance here,
no shrill, strident sounds of disharmony,
only stillness deep within that whispers
“sing again.”
I SEE A LIGHT TRILOGY
I See A Light
Part I AWAKENING
I See A Light
Part II THE SEARCH
I See A Light
Part III ENLIGHTENMENT
