My Mother called out to me,
  I had to come

To the depths of Her longing
  my spirit would run

From four thousand feet,
  She cried clear and loud

And as Her first born,
  I rushed downward and proud

From the Canadian Rockies,
  my destiny ran

Through Glacier and Yellowstone
  where all time began

At Page Her arms opened
  pulling me in

And She welcomed my rapids
  to baptize again

Reborn in the current
  of Their unbroken dream

She shouted my name
  the past-future redeemed

My intention now raging,
  my soul shared with Them

She asked of my Father,
  Her words formed the wind

I said, “He is sleeping,”
  His tears for you melt

His promise now drained,
  His love greatly felt

Her heart pounding furious,
  Her depths I now fill

Her womb I reenter
—my Father instilled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)