Soul

I am surrounded
In sacred absence;
There I find the more of less
In the absolute, in the silence,

As the desert ghosts move
In the wind;
There is more to this moment,
More to who I am,

The bird chirps
And its sound echoes
Through canyon walls,
The halls of history slowly falling,

There is more to this moment,
More to who I am;
The desert ghosts move
In the wind,

Heavy is the head that wears the crown,
Leave it behind, leave it behind,
Come with Me now.

Jordan McFarlen

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The Mesa

Through my eyes is the eastern sky, the
Darkest navy blue as the sun begins to rise.
With crescent moon seated upon the horizon,
Ready to receive the morning star in its embrace,
The silhouette of the mesa brings me back to earth.

Jordan McFarlen