1.
Walking on Water.
I stand in the shadow of the Cathedral.
Buddha walked on the waters.
Jesus walked on the waters.
The Cathedral floats on an oak raft
Crafted by Saxon monks
Eight hundred years after the birth of Jesus,
Fifteen hundred after the birth of Buddha.
The monks were building a vessel, a stone crib,
A ship of faith to float the Word of God
Far above the rugged fields,
The farms, the woods, the quarries,
The smokey quagmire of the local town.
But the monks were out of touch with the local people,
They did not beg for alms at the Market Cross.
Jesus sat in the barrooms, spoke to strangers,
Mixed with outcasts,
Just as the Buddha had done
Squatting with quiet demeanor, with begging bowl and staff
Among the swarming flies, the prostitutes, the market porters,
The roaming cattle, the cut and thrust of the vendors.
The monks had missed the point,
Miracles don`t really matter,
But the poor are always with us,
Hustling for drinks and spare money,
A bit of sex on the quiet,
The price of a seat on the bus.
And for them a cold stone crib
Is a darker, sadder place.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
December 8th. - 9th. 2015. - January 13th. 2016.
Thinking of the history of Winchester Cathedral, among other things.
The Spacing on this copy is tighter than it should be, the spaces should be much wifer to get the proper perspective that I was trying to create.
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2.
After the Storm.
Low sun over winter rooftops
Soaked by last nights rain.
Somewhere a stray dog barking.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
December 8th. 2015.
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