As we watch through telescopes,
our church of sky, land and sea
fills with healing hands,
human hearts and eyes that shed tears.
(page 47, "In The Church Of The Holy Contradiction, We Look For Tears Through A Telescope")
The gouache and watercolor painting I titled "Speaking Without Words About Holy Contradictions" was already in process in June of 1989 as I heard the first news of the Tiananmen Square Massacre.
Last night before I went to sleep, I unwound two hours of work from my inkle loom so that I can start again:
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