“THE GLORY OF LIFE IS YOURS…”

I sit in holy circle,
half in, half out,
half dark, half light.
Where do I belong?

Pedernal looms to the east,
shadows of rain between us,
light boldly strikes the mesa.
Where do I belong?

Searching for the empty space
where faith can change me.
If I sit and listen,
I’ll find my path home.