Off we went to the land of big skies.
It's the kind of place where the wind carries holidays and memories on its back.
The views declare there own prayers as you mumble from your humble perspective.
The heavens are a tent for the sun.
The open plains give space for the perfect laughs to bounce on for miles.
The phrase, "Isn't that crazy!" isn't crazy anymore.
"Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy," is a prayer prayed out of fear as the mountains bury you and the rivers silence you.
Shadows run up the mountainside as the sun says goodnight.
Thank you, God, for meeting us and for Psalm 43:3.