title. Matter in spirit

date. 2014


acrylic, paper, ink, findings on canvas

One mine the Indians worked had

gold so good they left it there

for God to keep.                                            

At night sometimes you think

your way that far, that deep,

or almost.

You hold all things or not, depending

no on greed but whether they suit what

life begins to mean.

Like those workers you study what moves, 

what stays.  You bow, and then, like them, 

you know-

What's God, what's world, what's gold.

                         -William Stafford