Come, Let Us Gather,here in the grotto of our mysteries,of bluebonnets and paintbrushes,where minty spring rains play messiah,resurrecting wild things from winter dyings.Come, Let Us Gather,here at the Holiest of Holies,where the holiest of blues –music, sky, water, the eyes of a beloved –speaks the word incarnate,to release our headwaters,to swim Yanaguana dreams,while jitterbugging with... Continue Reading →