I shall be telling this with a sigh ages and ages hence.
Now Far From Home
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Author: Paul Ferguson
Now Far From Home
Hauntings and Butterflies
I could not understand why men who knew all about good and evil could hate and kill each other.
The Tone of Carved Names
I am caught quickly by the tone. There are many people gathered on this lovely evening of warmth watching as the red jackets of Sherborne perform.
That I might see wild flowers…
I have walked this hall before, but today is the impressionist’s pallet of colored light on the great column I witness.
I Am That Shadow
I return in reminiscence of Rifle House Cemetery where the annunciated turn of an iron gate launched a thousand and more butterflies towards the welkin.
Passing the Restored Menin Gate
But so too on these perspectives I question what may be too much of “more of the same”.
Finding My Way
I sit within the Temple and write. Fountain pen in hand, pencil nearby for sketching.
Right Thread for the Madonna
The figure does not have to speak it is perfection to these eyes…a grace upon the earth.
To Rescue Those in Peril
As I move along I search for new and old brick and stone, evidence to 1940-1941…built and rebuilt.
New Day Rictus Grin
I climb the ladder and meet with the doctor face to face…the work is all I had imagined and hoped for and now in person I have completed my walk…