Continuous and varied,
These daughters of the sun and moon,
Clouds play with the mountain sides
Slipping up and down the craggy ridges
This is an invitation for all,
If a pause is created
For the space between
The Divine reveals
Our own rocky edges and terraced souls,
Glacial bounty and fertile ground
A cloud scape emerges
The rain comes again with
Tears for our own harvest.
Janet Elizabeth Hartwick Sterk
Peru January 2020
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