Wind freshened, steeped in October rain, the dry land opens to autumn’s blessing. I search my soul for burdens I preserve, curses I repeat this

Ebbing seas weave between islands in stone valleys of ancient quiet; gnarled trees reach for light, stillness spreads on the rugged shore. I sip the

Before a wall of ancient stone, I place prayers in cracks of silence. As tears soften my calloused heart, I trace a portal, barred by

Sunlit summer morning, soft air, gentle winds, sea spread tablecloth-smooth. I breathe the air, absorb the healing light; with quiet heart given to silence, I’m

In the hours of first light, sky soft rose then sherbet orange, tide returns to the hollows; seals bark, otters quietly swim, gulls cry with

In the quiet hours between night and day, the earth turns to the coming dawn. First light ruffles the water, lying still beneath night’s blanket.

Cloud breaks reveal the moon as light spills across the water, rousing the quiet land. Old roots stir, ancient trees and stone canyons find their

The swelling windless tide eases into the cove, to quench the gravel beach in a slow languid laze. Seagrass barely stirs, even the crows are

(for Humphrey) Along the rugged shore broken faces of old stones, full of ancient records and passages of the sun. I hear their heartbeats in

First light breaks, winds rise to rustle the sea. The sun sings awake, and over the broad expanse life stirs its deep green bed, as

Day breaks, sun casts color on the wind-rippled sea. Crows chatter and call, geese stir the quiet. The world wakes to bird sound and shimmering

The moon in pale brilliance tempers the summer sea, the blessed land in silent prayer, the lilting breath of all that lives. Upon the altar

Holy night quiet darkness half-moon glimmers lapping tide Wind-drift wave tossed fear dissolved water guides spirit rises open hearted weightless freedom soul unbound sunlit morning

The day arrives in sunlit glory: snow-capped mountains, landscapes rich with color, tidal seas chasing the moon. After years of toil and grief I turn

On wonder’s threshold with depths uncharted and horizons vast, forgotten to many the hymns of praise and whispers of worship that stir in me these