Poem with No Name

Imagine

A Beautiful Day,

Cruising through a Gorge

Cut by an age-old Glacier

Melted and Glimmering

In the Invisible Rays

Warming your face.

Absorbed in Majesty

Silently Opened

to

Towering Height

as

Refreshing Spray

of

Tumbling

Water

Cools the Sun’s Touch.

Then,

A Tinny Tannoy

Grates

Loudly,

Etching

With sounds of

                                    Jagged

            Edges

A  Name

onto

The Towering Peaks

- Mind is like that.

Rev Jenny Miller