Crag the Crow

Three wisps of clouds travel the hazy heavens.   The dome of the sky containing the cool of the day  for a bit longer this morning.  The sparrow has left the nest for his rounds.  The mouse is off on some errand.  This voyeurism is made under shade,  on a porch,  in a sorta comfy chair. The suburban wildlife is wandering, as the derelict house stands here.   Slowly sinking; slowly yellow to greening.  The cedar leans to threaten with inevitability  Of a cleansing crash from a supersubstantial sabine.    ...

Loving is essence and essential. Yet who can maintain it for their mortal dash? To love is to give  And to give is to sacrifice. Love and life will require it all. Your essence dashed upon the rocks. Your life scrubbed raw.  All that is built, All that is gained, All that serves, Shall be required of you at the dread tribunal Stripping you of pride and glory. O man, it is not yours to take to your cave. To give and to love for the dash is the command. And life’s failure is assured - As much as the yearly cracking of crooked manacles Maniacally parades through the shortened days. To love is to die. To die is to be stripped. To be stripped is to be freed so Janus may return. O man, O people, can you love? Can you love for your narrowly chiseled moment? The granite void upon which we hang It is failure. To fail in gain is to sacrifice to love.

Crag the Crow is not the only place where I am putting my writing.  I am fascinated with the confluence of  the faith journey and Star Wars. For a few years now, I have been writing about these topics and how they intertwine.  Most of my pieces are at theforceandfaith.blogspot.com .  These and more are also carried at coffeewithkenobi.com .  I hope you enjoy what I have come up with.  Please take a look over here if you'd like.