Did you know the sacred moves within us?
shifting our vision, moving
our hearts,
as if ancient mountains
restored us, to the people
we really should be.
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Category: mountains
Wings in the Forest
As sunlight pierced his shadows
he let go of a prayer
and gave it wings,
by forgiving.
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The Peace Yet Remaining
A storm rolled through the valley today,
as I listened, to the thunder speaking
I was grateful
for the peace yet remaining
in the mountains.
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You and I on the Ridgetop
On the ridgetop you and I could see why prophets weep over the valley,
and the strength of rivers reaching
into and beyond the dry bones.
Even today the tribes still seek
the safety of stone
a sacred space
to keep all their prayers.
You cried a little
when you finally saw it.
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Touching the Sky
On every mountain we walk through the veil,
with just a glimpse really
of all that was made.
And now we recognize our connection,
having seen it,
having touched the sky
we know for certain
there is more.
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In These Mountains
On a tough day, or when I need recovering, you can find me,
or I can find myself again
in these mountains.
You see they have a way,
a miraculous way
of removing bitterness
and fatigue.
Note: These mountains are just 5 minutes from my house.
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His Heart Really Could Soar
Having rejected the blood of kings, and thrones, and swords called devils, he had always embraced the wind.
So he stood there, on top of the mountain with his arms outstretched and a mist in his eyes, remembering
the light he’d been given. And that his heart really could soar, in spite of the violence….. of our world.
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