Before foothill snows,
a sense of perspective unfolds,
as the Great Divide looms large,
a gravitational force unto its own,
stretching distance,
marking time to another chord.
I walk among golden fields,
shimmering as treasure strands,
whispering in cold and convincing tones,
reconciliation, acceptance,
possible within invited thoughts,
here in God’s country.
I realize in this midst,
the awesome mark of creation,
the possibility of surrender before snow cap thrones,
the gentle cusp of a moving hand,
unveiling enlightenment in conscious beauty.
A artic breeze picks up,
my hands stiffen cold,
my eyes tear squinted,
my allotted time due.
I walk back to a distant farmhouse,
revelation complete,
worthiness again restored,
to prepare for winter storms.
- Mark Trubisky
Inspired by the painting “Golden Fields”
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Revised: 01/07/06.