In the moments of morning,
just before the sun wakes to greet the day,
just before the birds sing the news that it’s time to rise,
I think of you and delight in the beauty of your ways-
How you come to us so simply, yet not without hints of mystery,
humble yet remain — wild, unconquered and unable to ever be tamed.
I reflect on the beauty unfolding around me, and I have to wonder
Who am I to even know your name?
ALONG THE BARREN ROAD 