The Forest Edge

Let my breath be swept away,

Let my eyes search for days,

A never ending horizon opens up to me

And I cannot stop my feet-

My soul runs over memories,

Mountains ever reaching,

Canyons and valleys,

A lake I long to swim though again,

A hill with boulders I must scramble atop

Sometime when

I catch my breath and

Time holds fast my hand,

Carrying me across the lands:

Painted rocks of never ending

Colors and shapes,

Textures soft to rough,

As every care stops

To stare,

And moments of exhilarating peace

Sweep my very breath away.

The Rockies

The rocks bleed red and rust,

My lungs inhale Mountains’ dust.

.

I can longer revolve

Around the idea of

A cosmos uninvolved-

If this is the undoing

Of the universe, this

Universe is caring.

In these slabs of toppled monoliths

I see the very fingerprints

Of God, Himself.

.

My eyes have engulfed a scenery

Too lovely

To no longer fight against a

Society

Determined to be

A pleasant mistake-

I have A Creator and what

A Magnanimous

World He makes!