The Vale

                Through her eyes a welcome glimpse 
                of that pristine garden long past.
                A vision, a signal of purity - 
                all is not lost. 

                We open together in contour, 
                shade, curve and light. 
                Rising in boundless movement,
                at rest in perfect stillness. 
                Where words are small, 
                she becomes vast, 
                holding and quietly healing.  
                The ancient ground and I await, 
                a moment joined in longing.  

               Wiltshire, England, September 2022. 

Os justi meditabitur sapientiam

Os justi meditabitur sapientiam:
et lingua ejus loquetur judicium.
Lex Dei ejus in corde ipsius:
et non supplantabuntur gressus ejus.
Inveni David servum meum,
oleo sancto meo unxi eum.

The mouth of the righteous utters wisdom,
and his tongue speaks what is just.
The law of his God is in his heart:
and his feet do not falter.
I have found David, my servant;
I have anointed him with my holy oil.

Motet by Anton Bruckner, 1879, using text from Psalms 37 & 89