On my shoulders…
in my eyes….
across the sky…
Hours pass as, hardly speaking, we pursue our quest
and duly blessed, find the treasure we were
Our souls are quenched as nature flows around, beneath and above…
“Where two or more of you are gathered in my name, there is a church.”
Cross over the bridge
join the choir
dance with joy
and be baptized.
Passing through the cathedral towers,
thankful for those languid hours
Emancipation, realization, appreciation, purification,
And a mighty fine dinner at home…
I hope you enjoyed our day, courtesy of Sweetwater Creek State Park.