A Heart's Canyon

Upon her mark, she dove
A canyon heart, she flew
Wildflowers in white hair
Gossamer dreams of dew
Into the thorns and brush
A silent nest of all despair
Rocks of paths and doors
Opening and closing fares
Pressed against warm rain
Her wings of love did grow
If ever there was a direction
God had measured it to sow
Innumerable the matters bare
When memory knows we care

Kathy Paysen 2013

When one has time to care, despair becomes our share of heaven.