To My Teacher (in memoriam, Brent Colette, Berkeley Institute teacher)
by Darlene L. Young, pub. Dialogue, Winter 2007
You light between tall trees, never trip
on roots–and yet leave heavy footprints.
Bounding towards the surf, you pause for me:
together we will touch the sacred.
You dance barefoot before mystery.
At once lamb and lion, holy fierce
in childlike wonder, serpent wisdom,
you tune your ears to hidden music:
intelligence, the glory of God.
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