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