Colorado poem

                                                         

Written while sitting in the backyard of The Conrads house.

                                                         God, you are far more

         satisfying than the greatest breeze 

that skims my face.

                                                 God, you are far more delighting 

                                               then the mountain landscape ahead.

   God, all creation will freeze

    at the coming of your reign.

   God, all sons, and daughters

will taste your foundation of

  living waters.

                                                  God, whose signature is written on red leaves 

                                                              hanging from these trees.  

                                          

                                                  God, who carries down the falling leaves

                                                             with the palm of His Hand. 

                                                God, who hanged from a tree and fell for me.

                                   God, who sang, "anyone who believes in me will be set free"