From a Poet

  This is an excerpt from The Sun-God by Douglas Thornton. You can read the full poem at Brief Wilderness  or read on below. The Sun God For a long time I always wanted to go back, middle of the valley where no tree was blooming, one tree blooming. But look for something in words and contemplate the darkness, or see a light in image but never know the spirit. Though the hand comes forth to shield the sun, the universe seeps through each part, for we expect and always go back to what resonates in appearance, because, deep down, receiving brings forth the end of all things. So when form and silence seize the hearts of those unseeking with a sight that soon awakes the mind to a thought now-filled with meaning, a fire singeing old weeds allows wildflowers to grow again, and the burnt offerings will rise above the garlands that hang today. Douglas Thornton