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