by Cynthia S Hamby
Thursday, November 18, 2004
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Written on a crisp Autumn morning in Idaho, somewhere up at a Yurt.
Dawn...bright and crispy cold.
I peered to the eastern mountain range, anxiously anticipating the rising of the sun.
Clouds blocked the morning rays, then quickly moved on, leaving behind an essence of light that spread across the sky like golden honey.
I suddenly had an urge to spread my arms and soar to places only seen by my winged friends.
Then a song crept up to my ears...and I closed out all distractions to hear it clearly.
A melody-mix of sadness, beauty and longing.
A triumphant echo of song that vibrated across all the ranges, into every living creature nearby.
I envisioned a majestic elk, as he pulled up his head and strained to touch my every pore.
He sang a song only known and heard in God's land, up high.