The Great Wide Open

This is the Meseta:

And so is this:

A year ago, Dad and I were walking through this tremendous expanse of open space.  We had heard it was feared by some, but for the two of us, it was probably the best part of the journey. The wind and the sun could get to you.  The way that you couldn't really track distances accurately was a mental challenge to say the least. It is a lyrical place, where time and distance pass like verses rather than prose.

In the howl of the wind,

And in the song of the birds

Is the voice of God.  

When you first see it, 

It makes you doubt, 

Everything

When it embraces you, 

You know you belong

On the Way.

Clouds and land,

Form a haven

A heaven

For wildflowers,

And walkers.

Haunted, and haunting

Open, and opening,

Holy, holy, holy.

Sing your songs

Pray your prayers

The wind will carry them

To the heart of God.