While walking these rolling foothills,
ribbons of wind caress my face.
Morning light illuminates the
expansive dimensions of clouds.
Sunshine warms the cinnamon bark
of sturdy Ponderosa Pines.
My eyes are captivated by
vibrant wildflowers at my feet.
I inhale the
masculine scent of sage.
My hearing is alerted by
small segments of birdsong.
As I continue on this path,
God says: "I am here."
© 2023 Richard Havenga