LIFE IN THE DARKNESS 

Late one night Life woke in a fright, 

Opening its eyes in the dark. 

What did Life see? 

Nothing. 

Still and silent blackness. 

What did Life feel? 

The chill of cold air 

On its sweat-dampened skin, 

A fear that can creep in 

While the world is sleeping. 

Life laid back down on the bed, 

But it didn’t sleep. Not that night. 

JAMES LEE JOBE

THE VIEW OF THE EARTH FROM THE MOON is lovely, but we had hoped for better rooms. These are so small and dusty. Seeing the sun and the earth from your balcony on the moon is a thrill, and as I write this I am watching dust particles illuminated by the afternoon light from the window. They float in the still air of the small room like tiny planets, like tiny galaxies. My, my; isn’t this universe something? And life - that’s something, too. 

JAMES LEE JOBE

All kinds of spring Herbs and Grasses - Paula von Goeschen-Rösler , 1917.

German , 1875-1941

Gouache in lime green, dark green, and brown, black pencil, silhouetted and mounted on Japanese paper, 34.9 x 38.9 cm.

What a yutz. What a schlemiel.

Keep the fire burning for the gods you love the most. The most private of prayers burns in the most quiet of hours. You and the flame. Faith and fire. The drumbeat of the earth. The whispers of heaven in the quiet folds of your ears. You have a secret name, and you speak it in the firelight. 

JAMES LEE JOBE