A Different God

                                                  from Bradfield Moor, 1 / 9 / 19
                                                  for Harriet Tarlo

The clouds
salient and slow
     stupendous blocks of light
   towering over the world, showing neither disdain nor love

The ferns
     silent armies taking orders from the wind
each one alike
       each different
the family older than our conception of time

The rowan trees
     their colours proud and sad
  as though holding back tears
   with their secret spirits close by
 hiding in the retreating heather

and the heather
     colour of earthy judgement
which is the judgement of leaving alone
 that which is alien to it

Here there are no churches
no prayer stones and no runes
Here a different God resides
more awesome for being more strange

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