by Alice B. Clagett
That One Who, ages past, lit these stars
And Who, in time to come,
Who moved those mountains there
And stirs, like blue light, across the faces
Who shines in sunlight on the morning grass
Whispers to cicadas on the breeze
Runs with the horses in the field
And Who, Vast as He is, and Wonderful,
Day's light, walks by my side...
Night's guide, enfolds me.
--a gift of love, 1981
photo by Alice B. Clagett, 2016