There within petals of a granite flower
igneous mountaintop, cutting a wake
in the heavens, protected portal
of prayer, pilot house above the world
sanctuary of quartz feldspar embedded
as seer stone, eyes seeing all
place to kneel, embrace the spiritís wind
penetrating still voice, define a course
plot a route of final years, testament to tears.
© Jan G. Otterstrom F.
July 25, 2014