A white farmhouse on a hill
   where our souls could breathe
   in nature.
A sabbatical; and search for God.
Our prayer was offered on a hot summer day
   in the city.

One morning, as the irises bloomed,
   I stood on the grass by the well
   and opened my eyes, and saw
God's love pouring down
   from the sky above
and springing up
   from the earth below.

Our little valley
   with its horizon of trees
   and crops on each side of the barn,
   with the sunlight playing
   in the leaves above me,
Has become
   my prayer room.

Late at night,
I stand in the field
   and bathe in the aura
   of the sad-faced moon,
Knowing that one day
   we can ask God to
   restore its smile.

Gathered with dear friends
   around a winter solstice bonfire,
   sharing music and song;
Finding heartistic resonance
   and kindness everywhere.

These are memories of Indian Neck
   The outdoor altar where
   Muh-shay-wah-NUH-toe,
   the Great Spirit lives.

Where one can embrace God
   and embrace His children
   with His love.