No trumpets

Sleeping under stars


Approach awareness of God

cautiously. Like waking in a dream.


There are no trumpets. The light is vague.


Ignore the weight of your wings

as you climb the stairs, wade to the window.


Gargoyle crouch on the stone-damp ledge


between landscapes. Listen; spider

dangling-drop-spins into an empty nest.




7 thoughts on “No trumpets

  1. Oh my…how familiar this sounds, Chris. Gargoyles and spiders… both in my peripheral view the past few days oddly spinning themselves into stories.

    You’ve distilled with words, the images rising to the surface. Extraordinary …and spooky.

    It’s like listening to the universe talking….xxoo

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