The breathe of the Creator blows in each face as wind

Which turns the mind at dawn and dusk

To be joined in light called heaven.

There are certain times over the mountain when,

If the clouds spread out in a special way,

And the angle of the earth and sun align just right,

Then, you can see the floor of heaven.

Clouds blow across the sky all the time.

Without fail the earth turns on its axis.

The moon shines down.

But we, the human folks, usually go about our days without seeing.

People fail to look up,

and,

Unless a person looks up they will not see.

Opportunity shines as the end of the day

Revealed as dusk blessed by a glimpse of heaven.

On any given day the cusp of dawn or dusk bends the edge of heaven

So that human folk might make their way in through the breach.

Then another day passes, or men and women pass through it,

And the moment passes on.

The breathe of the Creator blows in each face as wind

Which turns the mind at dawn and dusk

To be joined in light called heaven.

09/20/04