Cold and dark.
The swirl of deep blue storm clouds rushing across the horizon, framed by bare-branched trees.
It is cold here, southern and wild, in this city positioned on the far edge of the world.
My mind turns to wetlands. Vast expanses of water and grasses, plovers and crows, magpies and ibis. Dark colours and tangled shadows.
My soul longs to run to the dark, to the shadows, to the continual night beneath the trees: but sunrise breaks through.
Piercing light drives through the heavy clouds.
I cannot escape the light – this yellow, pale winter sun that barely touches the southern lands.
And You are here. I cannot hide from Your presence. You break through the darkness, the clouds, the torments.
Thus I seek to compose my eternal ode to You.
Beginning now, when I struggle to take in the light, when I struggle to stand exposed in the glare, and You meet me here – in the wilderness, in the swamps, of my lonely journey.
6 July 2011
Originally posted at my blog, sunrise over swamps
Inspired by the wild weather early one July morning. (Here in Australia our winter is June-August.)
It was a strange day (5 July 2011) – stormy, rainy, hail, chilly, wild winds, and as the day progressed there were a number of earthquakes in the South Gippsland region of the state, some of which we felt here in south eastern Melbourne.
Being from Sth Gippsland originally – Leongatha, to be precise, it was a relief to me to know that my family and friends in the region were safe, and there was no damage beyond things being knocked off shelves.
As for swamps, I can think of a number of reasons for their prominence in my thoughts and writing… but, at least for now, I’d rather retain a bit of mystery there.