In The Quiet

It is in the quiet

of the evening

reaches

just beyond the

space where orange

and yellow light

transfix themselves

to the eye

of the soul;

just below metaphor

and simile.

That place where

all things come

to merge; the confluence

of all that is.

In that place

the heart is watered

on nuanced stillness

and awe; a grandeur

that splits open our mind

with wonder - a beauty

that pulls us in. A heart

set aside for joy;

a mind opened with

wonder.

That is the

Big Sky that

is our all.

Abide there.