It Came to Me

It came to me in a dream, or a fit, or an uncertain and unsettling series of premonitions.

The life we have known – a life of relative peace and stability is quickly evaporating. Soon, it fades from all memories.

What comes and replaces it?

What takes its welcomed place?

Terror and interminable unease.

Terror and interminable unease.

These soon become our constant and wobbly companions.

Certainly, the idea and notion of centrality of tranquility becomes obsolete.

Obsolete and then – anathema!

I actually see it.

My work then becomes prophetic utterances of a man who lived on the, ‘way margins’.

Build back certainties into your landscape.

Unleash heaven’s protections into your half-acre.

Travel Far