Nature has some perfections, to show us that she is the image of God; and some imperfections to show us that she is only God's image. . . .
The canyon bleeds, then deepens
and darkens ...
A sliver of white moon in the east.
Thin Light spills into the gorge
and the river sings an ancient song.
At the edge of shadow, night:
dark stone, pine scent, water,
cascading Light.