Earth bound seraphim. Do not blind us by the Truth. Reflect it, instead

Mystery made flesh. Hope born unto the exiles. A savior is born.

Shimenawa please, Say again the silent truth, Of seen and unseen

At dawn Shiva came, To touch the world with sorrow, Little Boy of death

From where does light come? Where does it go when it sleeps? The glow, it lingers

Silent stone Buddha, Eyes shut to this passing world, Deafening silence

Crimson and scarlet, One painted by hands of man, The other by God

Through the mist a glimpse, Hidden and revealed at once, An invitation

A Thursday morning, The bus full of silent thoughts, Routine hiding depth

The red horizon, Hiding a future unknown, Waiting to be born

Dawn arrives slowly, Watched by silent snow clad peaks, Quiet steadfast peace

The smell of a man, Homeless scavenging hungry, Bottles clink and clang

A low cloud arrives, Pregnant with cold wind and rain, Winter's messenger