Ancient ruins,
Sacred truths .
Notions of thunder ridges.
Can her calling be
fever free ?

I whisper on the
high banks of noon .
A Cardinals whistle
is unlike a trains
yet each move past me
in evocative tones .
The sound of glass .
Simple vibrations
in the ether .

It was an early church
that sheltered the grave
of the one who
sent us home .

There are Fierce freedoms
holding me in orbit .
That help me step forward
and stand up .

I read in husky whispers
and am amazed
by how she glows
like the moon
through the clouds .