Sandia

The river calls
from the base of Sandia.
And yet, claws, tight-fisted into rock,
trying to reach life, an old life,
a life that can no longer be,
a life that was never yours.

The more you fight and claw and fear,
the louder the call of the river.
Descend the peak, despite its
death-like appearance to the west,
it is there that you are called.

Come down! come down out of the mountain for
the river calls; the river calls your true name,
the name you were created to be.

If you can only see what I see; where you see death,
I see the reddish hues of the sunset on the Sandia;
I see the bosque, waiting to initiate and lead;
I see and hear the river that gives life.

No, not that river you see; but rather,
the river that flows and rushes beneath.

Come down! The river calls your name;
the river calls you to a new home,
more splendent and fruitful than what you have known.
Come down from the Sandia to the rio, for this,
this, will be your next home.

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One thought on “Sandia

  1. “Come down! The river calls your name; the river calls you to a new home….” Thank you for these words.

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