New Every Morning

Every morning it greets me

the mountain

magnificant

ever present

every morning it is there

the same

yet not the same

some mornings brilliant white

blinding

thrusting into a sky 

of neon blue

some mornings 

touched with the sunrise

golden

        pink

a cacophony of colors

lifting the soul

sometimes it looms

in the mist

dark and mysterious

and sometimes

the mist

like a gray

diaphanous blanket 

hides its presence from straining

eyes

and yet even then

it is there

sensed

known

I never tire of this mountain which

unchanging

changes

new every morning

In its ever changing unchangedness 

it is an anchor for my unsettled

and fearful soul

when the earth beneath my feet trembles

when my heart is faint

and my mind unruly

its presence

 brings me peace

so too

my God

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Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
    for his compassions never fail. 

They are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness. 

I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;
    therefore I will wait for him.”

Lamentations 3:22-24