One of my Poems from 1994

Fading from my sight

   As the rain cleansed the mountains

            From my vision

      I watched the parting

               Of the mists,

        From which I see

                The Earth is born.

And God whispers so

      Gently,

Filling the mountains

    With the

     Quietness

  Of  His  Voice

Far more fully

     Than the roaring

         Of thunder

copyright 

1994 atop Rich Mountain