Headed North Toward Asheville on the Southern Blue Ridge Parkway

Headed North Toward Asheville on the Southern Blue Ridge Highway

 

Wind blowing hard up the Northeast side

Carrying with it frost and the smell of lumber yards.

Crow’s flight from the heart of the Cherokee Nation �" 

Fertile valley where the First Ones stood.

Wide Road of Pilgrims, Yes! You are my Connection,

You�" 

From the tops of the highest balsam pines,

To everything I can see with my eye.

 

All-Faith Chapel called Earth, 

I court you with my tears.

Lead this man

to a higher place:

Above hate, above lust,

Above the fear of death’s delivery.

I am your child.

I am your father.

The world unfolds through All of Us. 

Author's Note

2012