When the Earth Touches the Sky

Yes, of course, there are rebels among us.

A small pond in the openness of meadow.

 

A stream meandering through the dense forest.

But who will notice, when earth touches sky?

 

Who will pray long and deep—knowing

that war follows war follows war follows war?

 

If God were a  woman, Her love pure and unsullied,

the multitudes would still cry like sheep.