Surprise At The Grange Hall

This writing is, loosely conceived, from a dream I had several years ago. I left out the three White Goddesses, from the text of the poem. There were three of them, sitting, each on a straight back chair...each with a tall blond wig, it appeared, done up in a sort of 'beehive' arrangement. They were all young women. The chairs were arranged along the side of a 'green painted' Grange Hall. The alter table, for the assembly, was a paper tablecloth, with candy corns, and pumpkins, and moons and stars, and black cats imprinted upon it. The young blond haired boy, faced the audience, just before me...his back to me and held a black stone book, having two sides and four sections. In this book, were the sum of all knowledge. The book appeared to have raised relief, like 'brail'...a little book.





If Jesus arrived at the Grange Hall, some Halloween Eve, or any eve, like a thief in the night and he were a witch, and his child 'fetch', read them the sacred text from the black stone...and, bless his little toe head, he finished, saying..."These are the words of true Jesus".






We have, all of us, our gifts. You know. Grow into yours, if you want to know.

Ye need not hound another's down...ye have your own soul.

There are far too many secrets known; The 'half informed' a practice'n, the whole.

It's out of hand. You see, that's what happens.

Come out come out, where ever you are, and say..."Jesus, Mary and Joseph!"

Show me yours, I'll show you mine. Put away the pistola's...It really wont matter, this time.

If there is a change to come, it must hasten...the wise must be one.

For the crown, ye must join your gifts together.

My mother could raise to life, my father to heal...

both sides, abiding the other. It can be done.

The craft is strong, in our nature.

This handed down, I offer you,

and no other.


Written By Bruce James Clyde 2016,  Deming, New Mexico

Photo Credit: rvecafe.com, upper Applegate Grange Hall, Applegate, Oregon