MORNING! Wow, the moon and stars were so brilliant this morning. May your day be filled with clarity, that you may follow your soul path with joy, love and compassion. Enjoy this little poem I found today. Apocalypse Island I remember the yawning port at two a.m., the gold necklace of street lamps draping the dark. I remember the night-shawled grandmothers leading us back to rooms to let, sleep crashing onto us like the black-laced surf outside the open window. I remember the happy weariness of traveling homeward, the shades of ancestors nodding. I recollect the morning that broke gold light all over the room, the cove of Patmos new again. I remember scrambled food for nourishment and the whitestoned monastery hovering over Choras bolt-blue sky. I remember Nikita and me climbing the pine-green mountain. I recall our youth. Halfway up the mountain path, we came to a sign nailed to an olive tree, a white sign in the rough shape of an arrow, inscribing This way to the Apocalypse. And my stunned translation, hysterical with laughter. I remember the steep hillside on which Nikita and I sat for breathing amid the saffron of wild flowers. I had the barest of hands, wide with nothing, and so braided wild blossoms, stained my fingers and heart yellow with them. I gingerly carried that corolla chain, remembering now the coolness of the air as we entered the chapel of his Cave—Saint John of the Revelation. All of my future was ahead of me. I framed the twine of flowers around the ancient gold icon and walked back into light, my hands both empty and full. NICHOLAS SAMARAS
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 13:16:37 +0000
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