Friday, February 5, 2010

Thirsty















Following, following 'cross the wasteland
A steward who steadies with wit and staff,
Pilgrims set lonely course, buried in sand,
Hoping their no-name horse will find true path.

Marking the course with blood so red, they ford
Streams running wild, oh running wild with greed.
Such hopeful souls the dreaming pulls forward
To loving words, a face serene indeed.

Thirsty they are and, silent, they behold
St. Nick in this desert guarding a stream;
Peace and victory pouring from source untold.
Truth visible only for those who dream.

Her voice soothes the bile riled by false faces;
Stream fouled by fairness still bears Her traces.

Barbara Butler McCoy


[[Image - composite of the author's photos; slogan found painted on
the wall of an outbuilding of the Spruill Gallery, Dunwoody, GA, 2009;
Our Lady of Guadalupe, paint on tile, shrine on grounds of St. Jude
the Apostle Catholic Church, Atlanta, GA, 2009; wall, 2008; thanks to
Sean for his Photoshop tutelage!]]

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