Half Dome, Yosemite
Time wanders gently through the morning mist, Pausing to touch Here a rock, there a lightning-struck tree; Then passing silently.   I wander with Time and God, Pausing to caress There a gnarled limb, here a mossy granite face; Unmindful of particular place, But rather aware of the relationship Of we three:  I and God and Time.   In solitude, we three seek To bring rhyme, Or reason (we’re not particular), Or understanding to ease the bleak Outlook of the Race of Humankind, Mouthing emptily Of closeness, but unwilling to touch; Of honesty, but unwilling to trust; Of spiritual vigor, but unwilling to make commitment; Of helping, but unwilling to sacrifice; Of loving, if; loving, but; loving, only when.   And so we contemplate:  God and I and Time, Laughing quietly, acceptingly, hopingly; For even this cantankerous Race Shows promise, In those few who place Closeness, honesty, spiritual vigor, helping, loving, And a right relationship with God In the forefront of their lives.   Then God and I continue on our way Content, While Time wanders gently through the morning mist, Pausing to touch Here a drop of dew, there a delicate bloom; Then passing silently.