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,
exposing the rocks to see the stars,
cast shadows for the moon,
lie open to the slanting sun.
Laid bare by punishing winds,
they wait for snow to blanket bare limbs and cold stone
split in supplication.
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About 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. Click to read my complete bio...
About 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.
Memories of their journeys through oppression, estrangement and reconciliation
reverberate in the lives of three contemporary students brought together
by their interests in ecology. Through their often difficult friendship
and a surprising discovery they begin to unravel the mystery of their
estrangements, struggles, and deep connections to each other and to
the earth.
Click to read more...
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