Sunday, April 25, 2010

in this valley

When the winds first swept over the lands 
that the waters had shaped before they receded, 
they carried with them, a cry of love.

When the first coyote came down from the hills, 
he bayed out the cry of love the winds had taught him
to let the moon know he was still there.

When man first walked through the valley 
he challenged God and beast out of fear. 
The winds replied with a cry of love 
that he refused to hear.

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