My Mother called out to me,
I had to come
To the depths of Her longing
my spirit would run
From four thousand feet,
She cried clear and loud
And as Her first born,
I rushed downward and proud
From the Canadian Rockies,
my destiny ran
Through Glacier and Yellowstone,
where all time began
At Page Her arms opened,
pulling me in
And She welcomed my rapids,
to baptize again
Reborn in the current
of their unbroken dream
She shouted my name,
the past-future redeemed
My intention now raging,
my soul shared with them
She asked of my Father,
Her words formed the wind
I said, “He is sleeping,”
His tears for you melt
His promise now drained,
His love greatly felt
Her heart pounding furious,
Her depths I now fill
Her womb I reenter
—my Father instilled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)