Through mountain and valley I roam,

Searching for something,

Waiting for a clear image,

Expecting something startling,

 shocking, or revealing.

Yet God, in His wisdom, let me

Listen to the secret whisper of pines,

Gaze at crystal-cut stars,

Watch a golden sun sink behind age-old hills,

Tenderly hold a hand,

And slowly I began to know …

Photo by John Luke; do not copy