Mendoza

 

Snowbird, UT—top of the Tram. | Photo: Author

Who am I to say that 

one man's path

to God

is better or worse than another's?

I see Him all the time,

everywhere.

Like in Mendoza's eyes,

those sweet, pristine little

hazel droplets of honey;

perfect skin;

hair sleek

like the sun

and a confidence

so fine

but not mine

—God's.