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Date Posted: 16:10:45 06/02/01 Sat
Author: quiet warrior
Subject: growing through the cracks - a love letter

I went hiking alone today, but as I thought of you, I felt no loneliness.
I sat on rocks in the hills and looked out over the other mountains.
I like the shadows cast by clouds, that rest on the dark velvety green trees,
but I love the way the sunlight spills over the edges of those clouds even more.
Sitting there I knew myself.
Felt the warmth of sun on my shoulders, and the cool of the grass under my palms.
As the clouds passed over, I remembered I was, as always, at Her mercy...
but I knew that I was also a beloved daughter of Her house.
I had gathered wild flowers in my climb.
Lilac, Jack-in-the-pulpit, Buttercup, Meadow sweet, Black-eyed Susan, Wild Mint, Goldenrod, Wintergreen...
Beneith the mid-day sun, I regretted my theft.
Already they were wilting.
If they made it home with me, even in water they would never regain their glory.
In an effort to appreciate, I had forever veiled the wildness that I loved most.
Their home was not meant to be an old mason jar on my table, but our mountain cradle.
As I left my granite perch, I felt forgiven by what I saw...
among the crags, they stood strong, growing through a crack in the stone;
a deeply scarlet Columbine and a golden Buttercup.
They had been dropped as seeds into the wind and wandered from their homes,
but finding one another, had chosen to grow together here amidst the rocks.
There will ever be stones for us, but among them also, cracks in which to make our home I went hiking alone today, but as I thought of you, I felt no loneliness.
I sat on rocks in the hills and looked out over the other mountains.
I like the shadows cast by clouds, that rest on the dark velvety green tree tops,
but I love the way the sunlight spills over the edges of those clouds even more.
Sitting there I knew myself.
Felt the warmth of sun on my shoulders, and the cool of the grass under my palms.
As the clouds passed over, I remembered I was, as always, at Her mercy...
I had gathered wild flowers in my climb.
Lilac, Jack-in-the-pulpit, Buttercup, Meadow sweet, Black-eyed Susan, Wild Mint, Goldenrod, Wintergreen...
Beneith the sun, I regretted my theft.
Already they were wilting.
If they made it home with me, even in water they would never regain their glory.
Their home was not meant to be an old mason jar on my table.
As I left my granite perch, I felt forgiven by what I saw...
among the crags, they stood strong, growing through a crack in the stone;
a deeply scarlet Columbine and a golden Buttercup.
They had been dropped as seeds into the wind and wandered from their homes,
but finding one another, had chosen to grow together here amidst the rocks.
There will ever be stones for us, but among them also, cracks in which I went hiking alone today, but as I thought of you, I felt no loneliness.
I sat on rocks in the hills and looked out over the other mountains.
I like the shadows cast by clouds, that rest on the dark velvety green tree tops,
but I love the way the sunlight spills over the edges of those clouds even more.
Sitting there I knew myself.
Felt the warmth of sun on my shoulders, and the cool of the grass under my palms.
As the clouds passed over, I remembered I was, as always, at Her mercy...
I had gathered wild flowers in my climb.
Lilac, Jack-in-the-pulpit, Buttercup, Meadow sweet, Black-eyed Susan, Wild Mint, Goldenrod, Wintergreen...
Beneith the sun, I regretted my theft.
Already they were wilting.
If they made it home with me, even in water they would never regain their glory.
Their home was not meant to be an old mason jar on my table.
As I left my granite perch, I felt forgiven by what I saw...
among the crags, they stood strong, growing through a crack in the stone;
a deeply scarlet Columbine and a golden Buttercup.
They had been dropped as seeds into the wind and wandered from their homes,
but finding one another, had chosen to grow together here amidst the rocks.
There will ever be stones for us, but among them also, cracks in which together we will find our home.

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