11 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

11/11 Bethlehem, Israel

I wasn’t sure if our bus could make the trip but luckily Bethlehem was not that far of a ride.  Bethlehem was rather small and unexpectedly vacant.  Typically I liked to walk around the outskirts and then worked my way back toward my destination.  That gives me a better feeling of where I am.  The church was also empty and there was nobody inside its wall but the two of us.  It was kind of a shell of a church with an altar at the far end.   (more…)

11 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 079 Through these olive groves

Through these olive groves and citrus trees,
from the hills of Galilee to the apocalyptic vistas of the Dead Sea,
the wind I’m told whisper prophesies…… But,
the fox comes running to the rabbit’s scream,
take my shadow and see that it does not follow me into my dreams”

11 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 080 Thou art my Lord

Thou art my Lord ……. save me from those who pursue me
incline these eyes to see … keep me … looking toward … you …  and deliver me

Thou art my Lord ……. in thy righteousness please hear me … incline thy ears to me
keep me … walking toward … you … and deliver me

Thou art my Lord ……. in thy names sake will thou lead me … incline thy ways to me
keep me … searching toward … you …  and deliver me

Thou art my Lord ……. I shall find refuge when I seek thee … incline thy hand to me
keep me … reaching toward … you … and deliver me

Thou art my Lord ….. send me out thy light, and thy truth …  incline my eyes to see
always … keep me … looking toward … you … and deliver me.

Keep me where the light is.