Southbound on 75....
kicked back in my work truck at 55,
a hard days labor had me feeling alive.

Suddenly in the west, on my right,
appeared a glorious sight;

a warm and glowing sunset, one of a kind....
the presence of The Creator Son
was blazed upon my mind.

I was overwhelmed, fully satisfied...

As I glanced to the left in the east,
my eyes beheld a visual feast;

a full moon on the rise
added cosmic dimension to Idaho skies.

Universe Mother Spirit was smiling down,
her beauty is matchless, her ministries abound.

Traveling companions, one on each side,
attended me that evening on my homeward ride.


Bert Cobb



Painting by Susan Sedon Boulet

Painting by Susan Sedon Boulet

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