Author's Note: . A good summer rain deluge moistened our forest in the last week of July and resumed about ten days ago to drop an additional 7 inches of the forest saving liquid silver.. Happily. The rains were not a deluge but a steady gentle rain that soaked in well. The forest on our mountain looks better and healthier than I have seen it in years. The rains also put down several forest fires here I northern Arizona. Thank goodness.
Lest They Starve
Beneath a canopy of full trees shading the world of Maya faith stands a ancient stone shrine to Pasqual Abaj - staring into the sky where worshipers know gods reside. Thin blue wisps of copal smoke rise through becalmed mountain air, caressing pine needles where Sinsontle sings tirelessly, commanding rain to come. In humility two women kneel at the shrine knees and toes wedded to mother earth, as smoke carries their prayers to end the civil war to protect their husbands and sons. No pews nor straight isles lead to someone exhorting the women what to believe or to whom to pray or how to behave when talking to a god. Their barely audible murmurs ask for harmony with nature, family safety and for rain for their crops of corn and beans, lest they starve. Chichiastenango, Guate Sinsontle:a grey & white mockingbird
Next Thing We Knew
When Linda and I were tikes during serious Illinois winters, our nanny held blankets before the fireplace, folded them quickly then dashed to bedside to cover us with them and a kiss. Next thing we knew, it was morning.
©2021 Earl Vincent DeBerge
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