I went to heaven this weekend.
Here in Idaho.
Thick granite fangs thrust high into a perfect blue sky made a perfect perch for me.
A cold wind tempered a zealous sun.
I was one more thing to sprout out of rock and brush up against the atmosphere.
All four of us up top now and little me, still perched in my top-belay nest,
unclipping, cleaning and strapping everything to my waist (30 pounds heavier, I joined them for a snack with a view shortly after this snapshot).
No shots of me climbing. Only shots of my top belaying nest.
THE WAIT BETWEEN BELAYS.
And out of the most unexpected places,
things are growing…
…do dogs have cracks?
If so: TRIPLE CRACK
BECAUSE WHEN IT’S ALL SAID AND DONE
I LIVE TO FEEL THE PRESENCE OF GOD
TO BE IN THE SPACE I FOUND
IN THE SKY
ATOP THE ROCK
WAS TO BRUSH UP AGAINST THE FOOT
OF HIS THRONE
TO WITNESS THE GENIUS
OF HIS DESIGNS
TO BE ACUTELY AWARE OF THE POWER AND GLORY OF GOD
IS TO TRULY LIVE