On the Edge

Sitka! Sitka!
on the edge of things,
steep mountains at our back,
the deep Sound before,
Mount Edgecumbe there, to the west,
reminding us of nature’s latent power
and our own.
Kin to nature, too, we make our way,
feel our way,
edging to wholeness,
heaven’s rich land,
where love dwells
and where even our shadowed selves
find a home.


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