by Steve Tanham
Beneath the chosen trigger
The lines of light go dark
As possible and probable
Of sky-rained fire unstoppable
Resolve to make their mark
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Beneath the chosen trigger
The chosen infant dies
The cloud of God’s unknowing
Had barely left his eyes.
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©Stephen Tanham
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.
Sun in Gemini 
So dramatic photo, matches the poem well
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Thank you, Maya. ‘Death from the sky…’
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Very dramatic, Steve… but a little too sad for me…
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A little to sad for me, too, Jaye. That’s why a wrote it…
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And thank you for the kind reblog 😊
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So dark and powerful, Steven. Epic in its feel.
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Thank you, Diana. A deeply moving subject
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