We began to weave before Eden. One spindled all the colors, of water, clay, and sunrise; one firmed the warp; another lanced the weft. We danced. And God (that dark anger) stepped into our sweet waltz with His Sinai stone word; yet how could we not dance our weave, and so wove such darkness—even mankind … Continue reading Religion Explained, or the Fates’ Apology
Tag: Nature
Sunday Morning, Waiting for Spring!
The fabric of the hour is snow. It wraps and closes roads-- its net of drift slows every go, and nothing bodes but a weary afternoon of wait and tea--and slow hope there will be a soon when God is not sewing snow.
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