To me, he’s a person of place—a rooted geography,
In all ways present on the mountain and the valley,
Moved by something deeper, beyond his feet—
Galvanized from the core, the center of creation,
Ore overflowing, a wellspring culmination:
Loosed like a geyser, not a slow percolation
Dripping weakly from a leaky demarcation.
Spirit flowing through him is strong vivification:
Much life within—he gives back—rededication.
I witness his witness with no keen observation;
To see him is to know it and need no verification,
His life an act of worship: glorification.