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Among the Giants Page 70 The lakes are quiet and the clouds are low at the departure of all the giants from the world Grasses bend in sadness and stones lament in their lugubrious way because the great ones have left us and now a silver night descends and the seas are turbid and cold Their broad smiles lit places where even sunlight with all its atomic subtlety struggled to enter Their buoyant hearts in every weather reminded us of such a simple thing as our pure humanity aloft in this earthly littleness and savagery They walked among redwoods followed by equally giant sheep they whistled melodious songs and birds fell from the branches in a swoon They brandished torches that lit up our frail battlements and sad battlefields with a ruddy glow if ready for an early burning Who remembers them except mountains in their inaccessible crags and depthless gorges? The clang of stones dislodged and hurtling into pits of darkness? Time itself measures their passing and space itself feels the ache of such sudden shrinkage Nights are longer than usual and the small fires at the heart of them nearly microscopic Then one or two of God’s saints appears and the ancient brotherhood and sisterhood of the giants is revived Highest mountain peaks capped in their otherworldly ice recognize them as one of their own Oceans sing from their netherworldly crevasses at their arrival Small of stature but filled with Muhammadan Light their giant eyes and lengthy strides span continents in one glance and oceans in one step forward illuminating the arctic and undersides of the Northern Lights as they shimmer their neon fuchsia curtains with enough radiance for even the blind to see by and get safely through to the end of night Daniel Abdal Hayy Moore London, 2 May 2006 |