Up on the Ridge


When I went up on the ridge that day I had my raincoat on, the one with the hood,

and checked for my mask in the ziploc. Seeking my rock, my thinking rock, my prayer

and meditation rock, there was comfort when I found it and I sat down silently, even in the rain

I could sense the quiet of the forest. I closed my eyes and quieted my spirit…..realizing I didn’t need to find some new deep revelation,

or write a poem producing lightning on a page, some awe inspiring lines, one poem

out doing another, until the lines faded. That was all nonsense. I could just be who I was,

and write quietly of healing and nature, and peace. Praying on a rock up high, sitting in the rain.


Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

21 thoughts on “Up on the Ridge

  1. the line ” Praying on a rock up high, sitting in the rain”. It sounds like sitting upon the strength of the Lord during a troublesome moment and finding peace. I hope that makes sense.
    This was quiet lovely of a poem.

  2. Those are the most meditative moments when finding out that it suffices to only be. I have such places too where everything around me vanishes, all tasks, all obligations, all thoughts of what I could make of the moment. The simple being remains.

    1. Yes, that’s it! And being content with who we are as people. I understand more now of what people mean when they say nature is God’s house. Peace my friend and wonderful blessings.

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