Clawson Poem by Joni Moosman

In the quiet, as the evening star awoke to the west of Joe’s Valley.
The thunderheads came running through the canyons.
And, over the tops of the shadow covered, blue plateaus.
They were dark, with their bellies all a flame.
And the lightening flash through their gray misty manes.
Then God’s fingers stream through them, until they let down their life giving rains.

It made me think of the mountain of God “Mount Sinai.”
And the glow of a burning bush which never burned.
Then I heard the rumbling of thunder, as it rolled across the face of Rock Canyon, the patriarch and his brother’s alfalfa fields.
I stood in the place which sits between heaven and earth, were all things can be reveled.
For just a moment I saw a vision which brought tears to my heart and soul, tears I could not conceal.

What was this mountain made of, with a bush on top all a flame?
Twisted cedar trees, scented firs to cover its sparkling stones.
Then God took the badger’s coat to cover its frame.
That is were the door way is, way up there like the evening sky.
Sacred veil of blue, purple and scarlet where the hands of the beautiful earth lets go of the stormy night without a sigh.

I thought God must love the wilderness;
He led’s his chosen people to wander there until their spirits are broken, their hearts, contrite.
John, Adam and Eve, and me.
It’s were he fills our lamps with sacred oil amongst the cedar trees.
And sends angel’s to help us stand when can not stand alone.


Then in the dawn I saw the full moon look into the glory of the celestial sun as it rose from the ancient desert floor,
She did not hide her pearly face whose glory is that of the lesser.
She smiled, as though she look upon her beloved’s bright face for the first time.
There Above a place were eternity is sealed.
The thunderheads were all calm and white as they grazed across their azure Field.
Leaving their trails and sacred memories behind.