Mountains Go Naked
Posted on | November 19, 2009 | 1 Comment
As the leaves completed their fall, this poem popped up — theological and ecological. Let me know what you hear.
Mountains go naked in winter,
wearing no leaves to hide their scars,...
[the rest is deleted, since this is under submission to a poetry journal.]
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William J. Everett
In my teaching career I authored eight books and numerous articles in social ethics and religion. After over thirty years of academic work — in Germany, India, and South Africa as well as in the United States — I wanted to turn my hand to a poetically written novel to probe the issues of ecological and human reconciliation.
When I am not writing, I create furniture for worship settings. For more about my work, go to www.WisdomsTable.net, where you will also find galleries of artwork by my wife Sylvia, whose ancestors were the original inspiration for Red Clay, Blood River. READ MORE...
Red Clay Blood River
Red Clay, Blood River is a story told by Earth about two brothers from Germany and an enslaved South African woman whose lives bind together America’s “Trail of Tears” and South Africa’s simultaneous “Great Trek” of 1838.
November 22nd, 2009 @ 9:41 pm
Bill,
I had the same impression as I was driving home through the mountains. And last night we had a gorgeous crescent moon over Waynesville.
I feel like I am the one “split in supplication” as I wait for them to clear the stone off of I-40. It has the upper hand and those of us who want control are out of luck.
Kathy