Earlier this week I caught on camera a reflection I had seen last year at this time. I cannot work out just what the sunlight is shining off in the sitting room but I like the result. Strangely it was not there the next day, so perhaps I was very lucky.
A brief poem that wrote itself from the first line. In the poem the Egyptian parents were not as lucky.
Moses downed tools
and before the management capitulated
things turned very nasty
frogs fell from the sky alive
and children died.
Could you pray to a deity
that valued one child’s life over another?
When I was a child and I first heard the story of the Exodus I did not consider the pain and distress of the Egyptian parents, to lose so many children like that must have been horrific. I can only compare it to Aberfan disaster in 1966, when 116 children and 28 adults died following the collapse of a colliery spoil tip. I was 10 at the time and the photographs shocked me.
Even if, as I suspect, the story of the Exodus is untrue, I would still have doubts about praising such a deity.
I had a zoom meeting with the Secrets the other day. This is a revision, you can read the original here.
it was the size of the day and
it slipped in while he slept on
so that when he awoke
it was its sun he saw
its trees and grass he glimpsed
through its windows
his body slumbered
machines worked to keep him stable
it was large
yet it was not infinite
he knew on his solo walks
in the empty park just where to stop
for one step more and he would have been
enmeshed in its membrane
the ceaseless machines watched over
his silent hospital room
What's changed is the layout, it is now in couplets. I think this one is slowly evolving, watch this space.Until next time.