The Coptic crosses hang,
mounted on green
velvet, within a golden
frame. A gift from
Ethiopia, presented
fifty years ago.
The brass has
tarnished.
The meaning has not.
God loves our imperfection.
© Hilary Clark ~ 12.13.16
See the quilt here.
The Coptic crosses hang,
mounted on green
velvet, within a golden
frame. A gift from
Ethiopia, presented
fifty years ago.
The brass has
tarnished.
The meaning has not.
God loves our imperfection.
© Hilary Clark ~ 12.13.16
See the quilt here.
The gods dance
in never-ending circles
of spirit,
silver tendrils pin-wheeling out to
kiss the universe.
Air and fire wrap the
holy in warmth and
kindness,
while blue, blue water swirls into
knots, twisting back
and forth like the tide.
The sacred elements converge.
The four cardinal points embrace the
Spirit.
The gods rest.
©Hilary Clark ~ 11/18/16
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The fiber of life
shifts
when intertwined,
criss crossing
past
to
present
to
future.
Our choices
define us,
destroy us,
save us
No path is straight.
Color outside the lines.
©Hilary Clark ~ 10/24/16
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