POSTCARD FROM YOSEMITE

At winter's end when ice is melting

and mists shroud the cliffs in chiffon veils,

reflections of the setting sun, in perfect angle,

like the finger of the Lord, strike the cascade

and ignite the waterfall to flame

And lo! the Angel Gabriel appears,

his head bowed in awe at the power and majesty

of God's hand upon the world. A fleeting instant

branded on the mind and soul

filling the heart with wonder at His work.