Ghost Ranch NM
Written May 13, 1991
Each tuft of desert grass
God gives a separate place
Profligate with space
That pilgrim feet may pass.
In each confluence below
The canyon’s colored bands
Each sinew of the sands
God draws with water’s flow.
Each layer of the past
On cliffs God raised in view
So we’ll confess it’s true
Our age won’t be the last.
Each cloud that God displays
Defined in desert light
We honor with our sight
And let it lift our praise.