I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Mountains (as metaphor)
SO TOO FAITH
once buried in the earth
then thrust from the earth
raw and beautiful
they stand unmoving
unyielding granite
eternal sentinels
the wind dances around the heights
as sun kissed
moon haunted
they gather the tears of God
silken white
brilliant silver
nursing and embracing
this treasure
then releasing,
sending it joyfully
singing through
the rocks
rushing, winding
into quiet
desperate
fields
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