“She (Wisdom) is in all things like the air receiving the sunlight.
In her they prosper. In her they glorify God. In her they rejoice
to reflect Him. In her they are united with him. ” Thomas Merton
striated layers of time
rise sharply to the sky,
and flatten out
against anchoring blue
ages of rain and wind
and pain.
we are
the air receiving sunlight,
shattering the long night
on smooth, warm stone
we are
the morning joy
of earth, wisdom
of eternal
birth.
poems 
“smooth warm, stone”
The joy of ages is in this poem and its striated layers. Beautiful. This fits perfectly with Sonja’s photograph.
Just reading this again, Steven – beautiful writing, and a poem which makes me resonate with its meaning.