31 May An Elegy
With a lifting tide, the reflections in the waters rise skyward over the edge of a distant butte. Below, the craggy cliff descends into the creek beneath known as “Hell for Certain.”
Yet the waters above seem to flow over and upwards, gliding into the stars where hearts see no sorrow. This waterway of liquid joy transverses our concept of time. This place is where unanchored souls abide in bliss; this is a matter of faith – for us who remain to come to believe.