Shadows of God

                               The deer are passing through
                               the sanctuaries of frost
                               in the first light
                               like mists over the lane;
                               like gray-brown gowns
                               across the monasteries
                               of morning.

                               With my child beside me,
                               in prisms of starlight,
                               we beheld shadows 
                               of God
                               passing by,
                               stepping out
                               and into
                               the pastures
                               of paradise.