- Darrel Dionne
The Astrologer on Good Friday
The old man stroked his beard Bent low over his texts Eyes grown dimmer
Outside workmen are finishing some project The hammer blows seem loud as thunder A shudder runs through him with each blow He recalls a journey long ago Mile on mile Sore foot weary camels Frankincense gold and myrrh Chasing a singular star
Today the stars show at midday The sun is eclipsed He wonders what it means Bowed low over his books Eyes grown dimmer A shudder runs through him
Published April 19 on the Ancient Paths Facebook page.