THE MOUNTAIN

There's something about a mountain
That brings peace to my soul;
A stirring of memories brought back,
A feeling of belonging here.
I am at home, communing with God
And all that He has created.
I can say a silent prayer
And know that He hears me
By listening to the whisper
Of the pines.
There is no other place on earth
That I would rather be.
Inhabited by other creatures
The mountain offers solace to all.
I am as one with the universe,
A tiny speck in the enormity
Of the mountain.
Wildflowers adorn the mountain
In stately grace,
Bringing a harmony to the air.
Shadows offer rest,
A place where deer lie down
And nurse their young.
The mountain remains strong
When I am weak;
It gives me strength just to be here
And savor the glory of God.
I will share and protect
The mountain,
With every ounce of my being.
It is home.