More bad news on the news this morning.  The devil’s work.

Their mouths are full of cursing and bitterness.  Their feet are swift to shed blood, ruin and misery are in their paths, and the way of peace they have not known.  There is no fear of God before their eyes.
Romans 3

in its death throes
hatred rages
shedding the blood
of innocents
as the serpent writhes
and the roaring
of the sea is heard
across the land



I was struck with the juxtaposition of this gnarled tree and the smoothness of the War Memorial.  The tree appears to have its roots around the lion guarding the names of the dead.  I felt that if a picture could be called a haiku, this is it.  A fitting tribute to those who will not grow old…

dust to dust
held lightly by the tree
our fallen