“The thick darkness where God was”

This is what must first be given to the painting, a harmonious warmth, an abyss into which the eye sinks, a voiceless germination… (Paul Cézanne) How often is he shown with those horns of light, as though his head were itself full of the brightest luminescence and two cracks, two holes had formed inside his skullContinue reading ““The thick darkness where God was””

Lent 19: Third Sunday of Lent

           Meanwhile we clutch unflinching rock with closed fists, willing water with dusty souls,            palms closed and eyes fixed groundward.               Somehow our hearts lock over each passing grief and seal themselves around each rock             as though our minds could read eternal.              Continue reading “Lent 19: Third Sunday of Lent”