A small, wild spot with a warm, gentle personality in the town of Montague. Nonetheless, it’s only rubble in a stream seldom seen or even noticed.
Monthly Archives: September 2016
Light Patterns
Light patterns on the Fishing Bridge at 2 A.M. in Montague, MI. It was one of those nights when I couldn’t sleep.
The Edge of Autumn
Ambiguous shades of Autumn
Portent of winter
But, like me, the forest desperately
Clings to an ambience of summer.
Choice
It was a sweet feminine voice that insisted I make a choice, either walk through the church doors or burn in the depths of hell.
I thought, “Only two choices? Of the world’s ‘Great Religions’ my two choices are the plain vanilla denomination or hell.” Isn’t that some sort of rhetorical fallacy – only two choices? I’m sure there must be more.
I asked, “Why the simple white clapboard, non-denominational, nondescript church? What about one of the magnificent Gothic cathedrals? Perhaps I could visit a golden domed synagogue, or try an ancient Moorish mosque. Then again, I kind of liked the colorful Japanese Temples with the spinning prayer cylinders.”
She said, “Choose! Either this church where they are waiting for you or roast right here where demons will spend a thousand eternities devouring your soul.”
I said in my most assertive voice, “I much prefer my own church, ‘The Blessed Mother of the Sabbath Morning Sleep-In.’ By the way, you have a lovely voice”
She said, “Choose!”
I said, “How about we go uptown to the bar where they have 19 different craft brews on tap…I’ll buy. We can have a reasonable conversation and work this out in a more congenial setting.”
She said, “Choose!”
At that point, it occurred to me, “This little white church must have a back door.”
The Autumn Cometh
The brisk morning air sent a shiver through their limbs and set a small stand of old philosophers to speculating about the approaching season.
“It can’t be good.”
“It could be bad.”
“Good or bad, it will come.”
“Most likely.”
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