I was just thinking about a poem I wrote last fall on the shores of Caesarea, while visiting Israel. It is a beautiful, sundrenched coastline, replete with layers of antiquity. And it is a wonderful place to sit and ponder as the wind stirs the memories of an ancient civiliztion that once ruled the world.
the feet of a roman god
these are the feet of a roman god.
they are magnanimous, colossal,
strong, enduring, beautiful, and
as pure as alabaster.
they are everything a god should be,
but they are not pierced.