I am going through my computer files, trying to get organized and I ran across this poem I penned in 2005 during an airline flight – from where to where, I do not remember.

In the dormant downy terrain of white, blue and gray, I search for the outline of a sleeping God

As I search, the setting sun melts the frozen climate of an arctic wasteland into the hardness of a lava-covered landscape

Thirty-three thousand feet above the earth’s surface, I encounter a solitary footprint just west of Ol’ Miss, who’s dark waters reflect pools of molten copper

Did I just miss him?

Is he herding the sheep home from the meadow of horizontal hues or does an angle shield him from view with its translucent wings?

On the horizon of the grayscale mesa, crepuscular crests succumb to deepening darkness

As I descend through a misty abyss, a beacon at my side; I pray that I shall find God where I left Him, and my peace of mind