My Father Instilled

My Mother called out to me, I had to come To the depths of Her longing my spirit would run From four thousand feet, She cried clear and loud And as her first born, I rushed downward and proud From the Canadian Rockies, my destiny ran Through Glacier and Yellowstone, where all time began At Page Her arms opened, pulling me in And She welcomed my rapids, to baptize again Reborn in the current of their unbroken dream She shouted my name, the past-future redeemed My intention now raging, my soul shared with them She asked of my Father, Her words formed the wind I said, “He is sleeping,” His tears for you melt His promise now drained, His love greatly felt Her heart pounding furious, Her depths I now fill Her womb I reenter —my Father instilled (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)