Easton & Highlander

Easton & Highlander

Yannick Imbert

Falling, fluid mirrors of broken sky
Screen the old world driving away from me:
Rainy tears of cosmic time. On the road,
Bright lines of red and de-formed greens. It rains.

Shaded blue, clouds broke down. I look and see:
The showers of refreshing promises
Patter on streets, roofs and walls, all the same,
As I drive mindlessly a path of life.

A vague reflection of lost histories
Drops and, cold in the misty air, stands still;
I pause. Then flows through me a renewed life
Out of re-formed echoes of memory.

Still the rain pours down from the ancient hill:
Perfect drops, clear reflections from above.
Then from vapors of life and memory
Rises a son of Man, a Man of Dove.

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Yannick Imbert
Professor of Theology & Tolkien Scholar

Yannick has been published in Transpositions, Inklings Studies, and other theological journals. He is a monthly contributor to several French websites. He writes, in French, at delagracedansencrier.com

Photography by Yura Forrat