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A European is someone who thinks
that one hundred miles is a long way.
An American is someone who thinks
that one hundred years is a long time.
It’s not that we don’t have a history.
History stretches as far back from here
as anywhere in the vast universe.
But the history here was built of wood
and sinew by men with brown skin.
We’ve done our best to buy it, pave it
and forget it, but it’s still there, asleep
In the soil and the wind and the water
reaching into the mist as it always has
all the way back the very beginning.
My name is Ken Apple. I am fifty years old, I live in Puyallup Washington with my wife and youngest son. I attend the Tahoma UU congregation in Tacoma, WA. I have worked in book sales for almost twenty years, because I can’t imagine trying to sell anyone something else.
Next Sunday, “Oroboros Pantheus” by Annika Garratt.
This is really lovely and I really appreciated it. Thank you Ken Apple!
Reblogged this on Pagan Devotionals.
I like very much both the poem and the illustration. Even though fear is usually about the future, I’ve often thought that we have a “fear of the past” as well . The past is so long, unchangeable, and strange, and always with us. One historian wrote, “The past is a foreign country. They do things differently there.” That’s especially so in the “countries” of millions and billions of years ago. Acknowledging and specifying our fears of the past can enrich our lives enormously. I wrote about this at http://threepointeightbillionyears.com/2013/04/07/fear-of-the-past/.