from the cliff’s edge,
you can see all the
way to the folds
of the Earth;
the fresh pines and
the honeysuckles’ scent
carried through the wind
all laid out like
the most divine
of texts. the solid
rock of the Earth
right under our feet,
the pouring rains, the
flooded creek embankments:
God is there.

“Be still, and know
that I am God,”
He said.
and it’s here
that i know