Friday, July 10, 2009

no matter where we roam

the desert outside of santa fe, new mexico in autumn
standing on a hill with friend at sundown
watching the Sangre de Cristo Mountains (which means 'the blood of Christ')  change to the color of blood in the setting sun
the columbia river gorge in summer
the wind blowing us hard as we watch the wind surfers glide and fly over the raging river
copenhagen, denmark in winter
the smell of the street vendors incredibly delectable sausage along the 'walk street'
st.claude, france in spring
my wife and i walking the narrow streets looking for a cafe to sit, drink coffee and try the local fare
kent, england in summer
riding the train from london and talking with strangers about accents and the delta blues
istanbul in early spring
walking at 4:45 in the morning in front of the blue mosque, waiting to hear the haunting call to prayer
vancouver, bc in november
sitting in the studio listening to roy compose the strings for one of the songs
oxford ms in winter
teaching a young horse he can trust me
 
this morning as i was riding my bike i heard the sound of geese making their way north
i skidded to a stop and watched them
they looked solid white, like angels, reflecting in the morning sun
they flew in their well known V shape
there is mercy, order, and grace all around us, and no matter where we roam
we are always being pursued.
 
wkm
 
 
 

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