Ascending

Full Moon – January 6, 2023
May 13, 2019

The painter lays out the now lonely paths he had so loving revealed on the land.  Paths moving around stones and trees.  Sinuous, meandering.  Limbs stacked into what he called boats, a foreshadowing of the boat that would carry him away from her.    

He walked the paths for two years before…before.  And now the woman who mourns him walks them, a living ghost. Walking the pain of scoured, of empty.   Her heart, her mind want to rise up.  She wishes her body diaphanous.  The land weeps. The trees weep.  The animals gather, the Temple is empty.  Every fiber of her being wants to go where he is.  It is spring, when love again rises to sit at the right hand of the Holy.  She sits at the tomb.  Wanting to go where he is.