By Keli Stafford
In search of distant footsteps
Of she who walked before
I cast about on hands and knees
And find the mountain’s peak.
Turns my mood to wild heights,
Between reality and a dream –
A hilltop monument of silken moss
Planted round with flowers.
Off the edge of a precipice
A waterfall flows forever.
Like the ancient prayer wheel,
It is worshipping its nature.
Meandering in the twilight wind
I pay my respects to the moon.
Emits such light and radiance,
Posing for the moon-struck me.
I shift my gaze to star-ward,
To the horizon of paradise.
My eyebrows raise in wonder
As angels ascend a stair of stars.
And laid out beneath shaped like wings,
My footsteps through the world.
