Green Book Of Meditations Volume 6 The Books of Songs - Student ...

Silverton
By Fer Horn 10-29-91 Tuesday Silverton, NSW
Silverton is a ghost town located outside of Broken Hill, New
South Wales. It used to be a mining town until the 1920s when
the mines ran out and all the people moved away. There used to
be a train that ran from Broken Hill to Silverton. The townspeople
of Broken Hill would ride out to Silverton every Sunday in their
Sunday-best for picnics. The only occupied buildings there are a
tourist bar, a museum and a seasonal movie production facility.
A voice calling as the sun rose
Pulls me out of sleep
To stand dimly in the light of the sun
Touching an empty town.
Something wants my attention
Wants me to do something.
I wander the streets to listen
As the sky turns to rose,
Searching for that which calls me in dreams.
The lived-in homes are silent now
As is the levee that runs straight to the sky.
Echoes of the train to Broken Hill
Clatter briefly as I cross
But fade away as I stop to listen.
Finally, a small white building,
Windows peaked in perpetual worry,
Catches my gaze.
The battered sign reads
"Methodist Church 1880."
Ornate black and red grillwork
Bars the door a padlock seals.
This place is unhappy.
Churches should not be barred
No matter how old
Or that all their people are gone.
Let the animals come to worship here
If no one else remains.
But the door remains locked and barred
So the tourists look but don't touch.
I can do nothing to help this one
But sit a while and keep it company.
The Rock
By Fer Horn on 10-3-91 Thursday Port Campbell, Victoria
"It is very hard to speak to a rock; they have such an odd sense of
time and priorities."
-Vanyel Ashkevron, Magic's Promise by Mercedes Lackey
Twelve Apostles standing in the waves.
I count 8, maybe 10.
I wonder if they are all named.
Did someone say, "This is Peter,
'The rock on which I shall build my church',
And this is John, the Beloved,
And Judas, 'He who would betray',
Or maybe Paul, called on the road to Damascus."
But Damascus is a long way from here,
And John is an odd name for a rock.
It seems silly to name a rock
For a disciple of a man who lived
Long ago and far away.
Perhaps I should ask the rocks
What they call themselves;
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Surely they have wondrous names.
I expect they will be a long time in answering.
Silence
By Fer Horn on 10-22-91 Tuesday Silverton, New South Wales
I never realize how unusual
Silence is until I hear it.
Everywhere you go now,
There are birds, or planes
Or the hum of a distant highway
Or the murmur of the people you are with.
Today, for just a moment, I heard the silence of the Outback,
Where, as hard as you listen,
The only thing to hear
Is the wind flowing through the bush.
And I felt like I was standing
On the edge of eternity.
Looking out over the plain
Imagining what it looked like
To the first person to stand here.
Probably very much the same.
And it will probably be the same
For a long time to come.
This is a place that is hard to live in.
What truly belongs is not much;
Just the wind and the bush
And the eternal silence.
May there always be places like this.
By Randel Lee Peck
The End of Mother Nature
Deep dark sky, which makes me write
clouds filled with her cottony breath
turning black and green with an evil beyond our control
MOTHER IS PISSED!
For all we do is waste our water
Pour pollutants into the sky
And into our rivers and lakes; ruining the Earth;
Destroying her soul!
She has one way of getting back.
I understand you can't take it anymore
You just can't take the pressure of man too much, too much.
You break open your womb at your faults
The earth is shaking.
I know you're crying, I almost drowned in your tears.
And with one blow you can obliterate everything in your path.
Lightning can stop anybody dead in their tracks.
Drying up our water, crops, and life itself,
You almost baked everything away
with your radiant first born son,
or you can freeze us all, bone chilling frozen
hard as a rock.
We've got to change and change now!
Before it's too late!
We have to protect this world, love it, and beautify it!
I hope, have we still time?
We have to stop our government
From having one chance to destroy it all.