Historical setting: 562 C.E. Gaul I don’t have to wade far into this lad’s scrawling inks to know my assignment is no less insurmountable than his. He is trying to lead me through the complexities of a religion laid out like a bridge of loose boards onto the wavering back of old paganism –Continue reading “Post #6.5, Wednesday, March 11, 2020”
Author Archives: J.K. Marlin
Post #6.4, Tuesday, March 10, 2020
Historical setting: 562 C.E. Gaul I asked the young gentry, “Shall I open the reliquary so you can see the my relic for yourself?” “No, that won’t be necessary. I’m just surprised.” Young George does seem miffed. “You do know veneration be needed before dust can be a true relic.” “So you areContinue reading “Post #6.4, Tuesday, March 10, 2020”
Post #6.3, Thursday, March 5, 2020
Historical setting: 562 C.E. Ancient Tours of Gaul Outside the monastery walls are those caves where I’ve come for long months of healing. Ascetics, seeking solace in hermitage come to these caves for lifetimes of prayer and fasting. I was here healing from death of plague most recently. Then two centuries before I came upContinue reading “Post #6.3, Thursday, March 5, 2020”
Post #6.2, Wednesday, March 4, 2020
Historical setting: 562 C.E. The site of the Cathedral Fire in Tours “I’ve no peapod with dust and yet I also have not been stricken by lightening. Are you sure a relic is needed to take notice of God’s grace?” Young George lectures. “Really, Heretic Lazarus, what could you know of grace if youContinue reading “Post #6.2, Wednesday, March 4, 2020”
Post #6.1, Tuesday, March 3, 2020
Historical setting: 562 C.E. The site of the Cathedral Fire in Tours I have a suggestion for the young aristocrat. “If there is to be no rebuilding we could just turn this ash over with the clay saving the flowers of these weeds to make this place a great meadow of flowers! Imagine the wonderContinue reading “Post #6.1, Tuesday, March 3, 2020”
Post #5.12 Thursday, February 27, 2020
Historical Setting: 562 C.E. Gaul Speaking with young George, we find these fallen stones are a fine place for me to begin our chat. “The bishop mentioned you had a interest in this place that was once a church and, like me, you are also a scribe. Maybe we can share gifts and findContinue reading “Post #5.12 Thursday, February 27, 2020”
Post #5.11 Ash Wednesday, February 26
Historical Setting: 562 C.E. “Oh No! Please. These ashes are sacred.” A tidily attired aristocratic youth struts with the flourish of an elder’s authority; or maybe it is simply the pomp of naive privilege. His accent and manor are conspicuously Frankish. “So you are young George, the one concerned over these ashes? I’mContinue reading “Post #5.11 Ash Wednesday, February 26”
Post #5.10 Tuesday, February 25, 2020
Historical Setting: 562 C.E. Gaul With the church building gone I hear the Bishop can be found at the basilica of the St. Martin shrine on this side of the river. But apparently 200 years ago Saint Martin didn’t notice political edges of Rome and planted the monastery on the other side of the riverContinue reading “Post #5.10 Tuesday, February 25, 2020”
Post #5.9, Thursday, February 20, 2020
Historical Setting, 562 C.E. Gaul Closer yet to Tours now I pass the rock heap marking the plague pit. It is yet untouched since I found my way beyond this, outside these walls beyond the holy cremation of sanctuary, smothered under memorials of wilted flowers, heaped with remembered stench of plague and death, pagan andContinue reading “Post #5.9, Thursday, February 20, 2020”
Post #5.8, Wednesday, February 19, 2020
Historical Setting, 562 C.E. Gaul Well passed the shrine, ahead is the great wall of the city. But I see no church tower above the wall anymore. This road edges nearest the river across from the hills and the ancient caves. The devout still go to the caves for quietude. It’s wilderness dug inContinue reading “Post #5.8, Wednesday, February 19, 2020”
Lazarus Ink 