the promise of glory ahead,
we embark
into the precipice of
the unknown.
wooded heighth and depth close the gap of
dirt road to jagged crag
tumbling water over rock builds into crescendo
and nine children emerge into heaven’s heartland
resplendent and incandescent
ginger and ruby and gold
bubbling root beer water washes over souls and we know
this is holy ground.
we are moses
in barefoot wonder
We bear the image
of One greater.
