July, ca 2019 Here in these Rocky Mountains, I seen fairytale creeks lined with Christmas trees. Forested landscapes carving up sun above river bottoms. Tall mountains what are painted in colors so perfectly put together one might believe it weren’t possible but for the actual seeing of it. I’ve stood on the great divide. Rid so high I was looking downward into clouds. And filled these eyes with wilderness no horizon might contain. Perhaps it’s being so near to these endless glories – and to the One what made them – that keeps me pondering on this living. Wondering if I’ve said enough, given enough, loved enough. Or spoke too little, held too tight, loved too poorly. I rightly know one lifetime plus a thousand more would not be sufficient to find them answers. And I imagine it a condition common to many. So I trail again and again into them high and hushed hills to content myself with the Great Creator’s company. And pray that when my steps finally lead through that veil, I wi...