Where, sometimes, the fat marvelous clouds race over the land, or settle on the top of Grand Mesa,
Or smother the stars, whereby only a crack of the setting sun appears
Still, as night comes on, and the moon rises…I can feel in my heart that God(s) is there and is the same thing to all, even if living with different names. One God, many names, etched there in the darkening or daylight sky.
A blessing for all, for each of us.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,