The rocks cry out
in a glorious sheen
a beautiful sound
but what does it mean
as we weave in and out
of each twisting crevasse
only to see a jumbled mess
of rocks piled
as if dropped from the sky
with no reason
or answer of why
and yet as we perch
to look all around
here at the top
there is a resounding sound
of goodness
of peace of still
well removed by the touch of man's will
to sit and be once more
the only thing worth climbing for
for the wholeness felt
at the cool air smelt
at the peak of the mount
the best healing place to be found
and as you walk again
down the steep terrain
and listen to the pattering
the dripping rain
somehow walking away
among the few
embracing
what you already knew.
"I love you, Lord, my strength."
Psalm 18:1
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