To Mountain Top


The wide carpet blended green,
yellow, purple, red and gold,
lying flat, the open plain.
Along with slowly rising ground,
grow textured dots and small shrub trees.
With rises nudging here and there,
hills do form the border break.
Blending, forming, taller yet,
shrubs to trees, the plain recedes,
once hills now mountains, rest in place.
Trees give way to rocky space.
Snow topped peaks beneath the skies,
silence speaks in sunlit rise.

“Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations.
Before the mountains were brought forth,
Or ever You had formed the earth and the world,
Even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God.” Psalm 90:1-2


The Dance


Colors, floating, twirling, swirling, flying
Hear the music, the voices, the feet and the beat
It’s respect, traditions, love and laughter
Unity, giving, prayer and dancing

Where are you from? From everywhere.
From North, South, East and West
We come from one Heavenly Father
Now adopted
He’s Our Creator, Guide, Savior and King

“There is one body and one Spirit, just as you were called
in one hope of your calling; one Lord, one faith,
one baptism; one God and Father of all, who is above all,
and through all, and in you all.” ~Eph. 4:4-6