You stand and wait behind our busy small history
Feigning restful and seemingly wistful stagnation;
You generously crop imagined frames of reference
As we ardently persist in our insistent positions!

From a distance we call you “rigid…craggy… majestic… unyielding”
Yet really you flow in tides we’ve barely waded;
Hidden mechanics of violent creativity,
Jutting and crunching drifts of epoch proportion.

Bursting in silence so deep and so speechless,
You groan of NEW places we vaguely recall;
Piercing the Soul that we share but in whispers,
Fathomless fullness walking ever so slowly…

Shining in slopes of forested countenance
Your glaring smile beacons the convection of hearts!
We stumble in journeys of ever-new wonders
Carried in blind sight of the Face that remembers

…the beautiful fossils of Christ’s delicate feet!    

tpt 3/25/15