The wind up the valley
Carries the scent of eternity
Upon its breath:
The wisdom of Creation
Comes to me across
The rugged Bitterroots
Humbling me,
Even as it assures me
Of my welcome.
In that stillness
Which is wilderness,
I find that sense of belonging
Most mortals merely dream of;
And I find there is no longer room
For sadness or remorse…
Only for an inexpressible gratitude
For the privilege of being.
2005
Dedication:
A Tribute to Friends
Lynn O. Adams