Triptych

The Holy Spirit moved across the earth, across the waters and through the ether. That was about all he could manage. It had been a tough assignment.

In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the Virgin Mary sleeps tonight. She had no memory of the previous day nor had any flashbacks (yet).

Having done his "job" he moves on and does other things. He does not have a robust span of attention it seems. Eyes all seeing, ears all hearing and a dark brown voice with a contemporary  Middle Eastern tone to it.

Without thinking

Walking down the sides of tall buildings

In a single bound

Faster than speed

Darker than a bullet

The dawning of the age

As a spider moves across a wall

Yonder snow capped peaks can't speak

Before yesterday was another day

There always was tomorrow

It brought comic strips and impossibility

Very straight lines and talk

Noiseless words describing noise

Where the buffalo roamed

We imported that other culture

Misappropriated it and all their deeds

Killed the hostages and bought fresh slaves

Piled gold into limousines

And planned a better future

All without thinking about what we were actually doing.