Yes, I know them,
The rivers, the mountains,
The valleys that stretch between,
And as with others before,
These too have spoken to me:
Not in coarse and twisted words--
But the trees whisper,
The creeks and rivers murmur,
Rocks and flowers greet,
Even the sky reaches down
And the light casts its visions
In the soul.

And because I know these,
You from before too
Are very real:
Ancient ones who wrote upon the rocks,
You who named the peaks--
Your names still upon the waters,
And certainly you
Whose blood and bone
I even literally now share:
You live yet in spirits
That hover and gently prod,
Witnessing the truths of the past--

And I must sing.
My heart overflows
With honest Art:
That need to appreciate and express--
Creation's desire
To acknowledge and create--
Hymns that testify both
Of the Makers' hands,
And of that glorious future
Which we one day
(And with them)
Will posses.

10/30/2016

Author's Note: And a needful repentance.

Posted on 10/30/2016
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