I have returned from the sacred mountains
to tell you the miracles I have seen––
of brother planets and sister stars
fiercely burning in indigo heaven,
of powder-blue dawn and
white-snow morning,
of footprints
marking the way to daylight,
of cold air
filled with God.
Worship in the winter woods––
Learn your scripture from the trees.
Whisper a prayer
with every breath you’ve got.