(made)

there is something
about everything
that was
is
and will be
ideas and inspiration
born in me

He knows well
the heavy dip and swell of the deepest waters
waves churning across the open sea
the reborn hearts
of daughters
and sons

of which I am one

the sigh sweeping through the skyward valley
near rain hiding amongst the hills
early evening fog
sun whispering along the horizon
amidst the far blue mountains

Where God walked
and walks
delighting in each blade of grass
traversing each winding mountain pass
tracing the end of air
where water makes fair mockery of the sky
there
tracing old words in new flowers
writing "beautiful" on the tundra
soon to bring about the slumber
of the great white blanket...