The day after I posted the last vulture poem,
this group appeared in front of my house. These were from a different group, and were easily frightened by my attempts to photograph them. The bird on the rail glared at me for an intense couple of seconds before flying off with the rest of the group, to temporarily roost in the trees.
Christmas on This Side of the Shinig Sea
I sit on this side of the shining sea, watching the wretched path of the resolute vultures, now roosting within spitting distance of the front door. A cycle of seasons has changed so much in this part of the world. A ride in the country exposes how little has been left pristine. Immune to wistful threats of death by arrow, seduced by man made waste, left in haste by the unconcerned masses, future generations of wild birds gone soft now runt and roost.
In other neighborhoods, silent nights are set aglow in rainbow lights, the innocent young embark on toy driven fantasy journeys, grown-ups who know love, cuddle in serene slumbers, and the lonely mourn those who've left too soon.
Morning brings the afterglow of Christmas rapture, the stories we told each other with love and laughter, light the way for new memories to grow.
Linda Joy Burke
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A couple of weeks ago some one stole the iron gate from the entrance to the Notre Dame School in Baltimore. The nuns are heart sick that a historic symbol was snatched away. Years of tradition were wiped out in a moment of desperation.
Yesterday someone stole a 400 pound clock from St. David's Catholic Church, also located in Baltimore. One of the priests from the church has declared that though this is a tragedy, that there are so many more awful things to attend to in the city.
I grew up in the Catholic Church with a kind of sheltered belief, that no harm could come to those "sacred places." We have gone so far away from those days of innocence, moved into the time of surveillance, survival of the fittest overshadows the world of the meek.
As of today, I've created a new blog on the E Blogger Websight. I found it distressing that folks couldn't easily find this blog by doing a search for me. I don't know if that is an AOL issue, or just how I named the Blog. I still love this platform for publishing photos, and will still use it for spur of the moment commentary, brainstorming, and visual expressions. I will be using the eblogger spot for in depth writings. Please view my new blog site at http://lindajoyburke.blogspot.com/
Unfortunately while I was working between these two blogs, I wiped out my links list, and counter information. I will repost links on this site, and include those links and new ones as I have time to post them on my new spot.This site is a lot more user friendly when it comes to doing things like that, which is something that I will miss. However I know that learning a little html, is probably useful if I want to grow this Blog up a bit.
America's soul is floundering,
I’ve seen the eyes of the misplaced
they are resigned to discomfort
their language is disfigured and
intolerant, they are the
dictators of all they survey.
America’s soul is floundering
the pockets of the fast talkers
are blocking out the light of the sun,
Strange how these days unfolded
a different kind of time we never fore saw
suicidal pilots – civilians flying like angels.
America’s soul is floundering
we don’t really know who we should
hate or love, possess or abhor.
How easily we drift into the
language of war – with its disfigured
visage, stinking of death.
Linda Joy Burke
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