Coming into Being: Waiting at the Threshold

Originally posted on strangegoingsonintheshed:
Image: Pixabay It’s been months seen we last faced each other. No, not quite true. Each morning I greet one aspect of him guarding our porch and again on return in the evening. The statuette sits on the window ledge, as did a previous form, a gentler persona this time. His Nibs…

Farsight

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Without the hand of Man the sun will rise And set in splendour with the dying day; The soul of beauty does not need our eyes. Man’s fate was never written in the skies Though in its blue reflection, portents play Without the hand of Man the…