REFLECTING LEAF 11-3-10
On a hike this morning
in the hills above Jacksonville
I saw a fallen leaf shaped like a bowl
filled with rainwater
becoming a reflecting mirror of my face
as I sought the face of God.
TOWARDS FOREVER 12-11-10
Like toy soldiers marching,
wound up but winding down, waiting
for the Hand to twist again,
to set in motion
this march towards forever.
WHITE TRACKS 11-23-10
Walking up an unmarked trail of snow
the first of the year
white, unprinted by foot, claw or hoof
circling around the mountain
in a loop
atop a canvas of frozen paint.
As I circumnavigate this path
I come back around to my first tracks
cutting the white on the trek up
and meeting myself in print form.
I stop and ask, “Am I a different man?” on this way back down,
than the one who walked this way up.
It is strange to meet your tracks once again,
footprints as reminders
of who one is, both up and down.
Snow is honest.
enemy of knowing.
Comprehending the God of all
a goal he never posed.
To be, to walk, to sense, to touch together
is the knowing.
These never designed for the comprehender
but for the lover.
Lying side by side
having no comprehension,