and the mountain bent over just to see...
his face----stoic and fiercely proud with strength

and faith---because death always walks with he
who  fears it not!---and the high birds, singing

came down and silently surrounded him
who was free enough to not need certainty

nor direction....nor you....nor me-----for he
trusted.....destiny to  serve the servant

who enters and leaves here without a trace
but everyone does know that he was here