Walking with water

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”)