Holden Village

Sally and I leave Holden Village today, but hope to return, as most who come here do, again and again... But whether we do or not this place of beauty and welcome will live long in my memory...

Fire birthed Phoenix
In a mountain cradle
Nurturing a new
Whilst honouring
And challenging
The old.

Listening  to
The wounded forest
Standing up to
Those who have raped
The fragile earth
And have poisoned
The creek

Lingering scent
Of damp charcoal by
Glacier chilled stream
Stripped of all life
Picture perfect
But behind the screen
Lies pain

Welcoming in
The weary pilgrim;
Midst bear and cub
And doe and fawns
The foreigner
Finds him/herself
At home



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