Derek Tronsgard
he comes to the water to rest. early morning dew blankets things left undone offering solace a rupture in time quiet as the sun rising. rising in a world longing for more here, in this place, no one keeps score generosity inspires gratitude abounds god. is. good. in the heat of midday tensions flame comfort privilege health in enough too much? the water beckons satisfying hunger for the Deep the Light the Peace. voices quiet expectations fade i. am. whole.