Mana - Spiritual Power

God’s Country

The night is sweet with welcome
The sharp freshwashed resin
Of sagebrush after a mountain rain
Incisive, pungent, clean
The cool wet breath
Of silken silver witch wood
Fills the night
A coyote answers

I have
Come
Home

The sky
Is wider than all the knowledge of man
Peaceful as sleep
Black against the mountains
The dawn here doesn't break
But whispers...
Fine like still silver music
Whirling down satin wires
And this hushed waking
Shakes the stars from the dark streaming sky
And stirs them into my heart

Day
The quiet stills me inside
Turning my mind like a spade
Leaving bare understanding lying easy in the sun
The very air fills me with hope
A clear crystal transfusion
Giving me the peace and power
To walk upright
Into another day

I am a question
These strong red hills my answer

~

Seven days the mythology tells us:

And the first five days He labored Here
Here, where the great Rocky Mountains
Flush crimson and dip to kiss the desert
Mukuntuweap, Arrow of Roaring Water
From the Mountain of the Sun
To the Temple of Sinawava
Kayenta of the lost Anasazzi
This refuge, this haven,
Of strength and peace, this
Zion
"the place where God dwells,"

And the first five days He labored Here
Painting with glory
Shaping wonder with His hands
Pouring splendor on the mountains
Singing joy into the air...
And He saw that it was good and He said:
"My best is done"
And on the sixth day He finished the world
And on the seventh day He rested

And they call this
God's Country



©Edwina Peterson Cross