Day Thirteen: on and on

"... and in His temple all cry, 'Glory!'"

on the scooter, i see rice hay heaped golden in fields...

glory!

i move into the shade of the jungle, and the sweet cool air sweeps me clean...

glory!

back into the sun, there are hills covered in cashew trees...

glory!

the wind catches me as i cross the river, blasts me from the side and i take big gulps...

glory!

some flower somewhere has a heady scent...

glory!

langurs play on the road, staring at me as i pass with their old black faces...

glory!

the clouds pile up on one another, and as one covers the sun i am reminded of something, but can't think of what, i only know that such a yearning has overtaken me, it pulls me forward and i just keep going.