The Gatekeeper
60” x 48”
Acrylic/Canvas

I heard the clarion cry
The Gatekeeper echoing
citizens 
Citizens
CITIZENS
hear the words in the wind:
fall red trees, blowing
through the resistance
to our deepest being
time is upon us
herald the day
democracy now
leaderless our earth condemned.

turning East, again,
looking back now
two thousand years of
vast deserts of mans
biblical resources
spent with little hope.

on our knees we fall 
grasping for the Gods who
mulched the desert sands
blood of the faithful
a desecrated temple
of Religious intolerance.