Another personal piece! I’ve had this in mind for over a year, so it was an honor to have Sixfootant (Twitter / Website) paint it into being. I also spent a lot of time writing a rather lengthy piece of poetry inspired by the art (and rooted in the feelings behind both). Subject to minor changes as always, but I believe it’s at a point where I’m content.


Time and Chance

“If your eyes are set on the mount’s peak

With nose to the grindstone

You’ll merit what you seek”

A summit of my own

Rising above the sea

Atop Ararat, I can be free

 

“If your legs grow weary and knees creak

With hands raw to the bone

Know the blessed are meek”

The Lady from Her throne

Pointed down to the stream

So I waded in the twilight gleam

 

“Close to the surface, boughs bob and sway

See how the fruit hangs low

Labor painted the way”

I swam to their rainbow

These orchard colonnades

Assure my future harvest in spades

 

But the Gatherer came in dissent

His face creased from lament

Finger trained to gray skies

“Certainty’s a fool’s trance

If you’re humble and wise

You’d bow afore meeting time and chance”

 

I swam by and rose to land headstrong

But clouds cast shadows long

Then heard Him from behind

“Pity for the naive!

Fortune’s favor is blind

Her scales are faulty and oft deceive”

 

On I marched, mute in disturbed belief

Then I shook as a leaf

When the heavens opened

The world engulfed by fog

Every way a dead end

The ground I trod suddenly a bog

 

“The path to Zion has been lost to sight!

I kept on clear and straight

And did everything right!”

Then I slipped on slick slate

Felled by the tempest’s ire

Despondence pulled me down to the mire

 

“She swore the upright receive their share

Earned from sweat by my brow

There’s no such thing as fair

The dreams we sow and plow

Deferred despite it all

He knew we’re thralls at fate’s beck and call”

 

… Then I saw two come forth from the mist

 

“Life may throw your designs to the air”

The Gatherer avowed

“But Our King hears your prayer”

The Lady softly vowed

They stooped low and reached out

“Let us bear you on hope to the route”