Violent rifts of bludgeoned light
Slice through creeping dusk,
Flooding gorge and painting rock
On twilight’s sharp’ning tusk.
Brilliant hues of rust and sky
Are dimmed by evening’s chase.
Gold is caught in swallowed stone,
And clouds recede to lace.
Racing sunlight to the rock,
Time is only this.
Sacred mission of boot and soil,
From daylight’s parting kiss.
Crafty paths through field and brush
Weave lies and stolen time
As daylight dips below the ridge,
The earth maintains its climb.
But now your labored breath is caught
In jagged sandstone peaks.
The clock has stopped, the race is won.
The world is at your feet.
Feathered pink weaves through the clouds,
Framing stone and pine.
Sewn with streaks of waning gold,
The pulpit’s preached divine.
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