Two and a half million years ago
Long before Homo Sapiens
Joined earths great show
A photon of light left Andromeda
On a day we now call Hanukkah
Racing across time and space
It’s fellow photons gave it chase
To reach the nearest solid mass
Which happened to be my camera’s glass
I hope the photons aren’t too bummed
That to my camera they have succumbed
For though my prints they are archival
I can’t guarantee another 2.5 million year survival
by, Jonathan Kingston
Born in fire
Black rocks aspire
To cool their souls
In the oceans watery shoals
Rounded by time
Their souls sing of the divine
As they patiently wait
For their inevitable fate
To be polished and worn
Until they are re-born
And dance with the tide
Always by the oceans side
by, Jonathan Kingston
I once was filled with sons of men
who raised their arms to God in praise
Until brushfire kissed my walls and then
set my roof ablaze
My congregation now consists of souls less apt to sing
but whisper softly with their leaves and for companions birds they bring
My architect must have known some day my roof would fall
for in my stones he etched the path – an arrow on my wall
Its message simple yet profound
I ask you all to see
My final sermon of them all
Point to heaven constantly
by, Jonathan Kingston
