Cresting a saddle
between two peaks
I came upon a lake

Absolutely clear
I saw bottom-soaked logs
small fish darting

shale on mountainsides
tall guardian trees on three sides

A worship house without a name.

I couldn’t remember
the name
of this holy place

Cresting the hard times
between you and I
we came to a smooth spot

Absolutely clear
I could see our flaws
little neuroces darting between us

friends, family on all sides
too tall mountaintops

When you saw me
you couldn’t remember
this holy place

What was left when it was done.

Published by Adam

For almost two decades, Adam F. C. Fletcher has led international outreach focused on engaging people successfully. Working with thousands of youth-serving nonprofits, K-12 schools, government agencies, international NGOs and other organizations around the world, his work spans the fields of education, public health, economic development and social services, and includes professional development, public speaking, publishing, social media and more. He founded the Freechild Institute for Youth Engagement, SoundOut and CommonAction, as well as writing more than 50 publications and 500 articles. He has also established 150-plus community empowerment projects.

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