Appearing out of the mist, expecting..a familiar rancher perhaps?
I didn't need to move
Any closer
Than where I stood
Neither did the One
Who dipped
In rich brown
&
Gold
The deepest of red,
Where it bled
From His palette
Into the crude earth
I till
It would be the ground
Through birth
Seeds sown in sorrow
Not mirth
For everything
Will be a culmination
On earth
As in heaven-
