Walking with water
When I was a child I believed God lived in the skies.
It was the only way God could see everything
God was everywhere his proximity was frightening
I walked the mountains searching endlessly
I know I wasn’t alone in these beliefs
I’ve written fifty years and a day, written as they say
without knowing whether my words are listened to
so I walk these mountains listening to your words
words and teachings no longer listened to
I walk mountain trails following old pathways
I walk old pathways following mountain trails
I sing my words I sing my song to silence.
(Excerpt from long poem “Walking with Water”)