Hidden in the Open
What endless teeming in creation, hints the limitlessness in the limits. You watch one black and green field-bounder, bounder of the blades and poles of straw, watch, intent, then for an instant lift your face to meadow's stratosphere, then turn it quick back down to your canoe-keel-honed grasshopper, and it takes a long while until you find where he was; he hasn't moved an inch yet you, at a loss in crossing brands of almost-fire grass, adjust and adjust...and he, he is clinched.
--Paul Stilwell
Paul Stilwell is a member of the Epiphany Sacred Arts Guild (epiphanysacredarts.org). He is currently learning iconography under
the guild's president, Frank C. Turner.
