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Not As I Will
By Leigh Morgan
oil on canvas
48" x 48"
Leigh was battling cancer
when she painted this piece especially for this exhibit.
She died just after the publication of the Lenten
Journey book. |
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Cosmic Crucifix
By William Stevenson
2003
White feathers
as if the dove were dropped
by a hawk and her
feathers
landed random.
And around it crimson splash
as if the blood
threw off its own light
spilled and caught on cosmos
like a stain
or rain on white
linen streets.
And at the core, orange
like the sun fell and
broke
bled its hydrogen, or an egg
slipped from a child's careless grip,
the nest
empty as hanging Melchizedek.
Explodes this until
yellow, the Friday flame,
the confluence of chemistry,
concentrated
there at
the nexus
of what always was and always will be
the intersection, the
place where
everything crosses.
Always.
And on the outer edge
black as if the fierce solar
could not reach the unreceptive,
until
you look long and long
and the lightning like a wedge
breaks the dark,
breaks
the stars. |
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