Out of the mist I come upon snow-capped mountains majesty
I stand still in the clearing awestruck seeing infinity so deep a mystery
Knowing my stature has shrunk I feel
humbled
Below me a lake, surrounded by forest
greenery
Thoughts about being in purified realms
prevail
With myself out of the way, I hear what
creation has to say
Gleaning lessons from celestial saints
in array
Cumulus wispy clouds appear like angels
Standing upon His holy mountain golden sun surrounds me
Astounded by reality transfusion takes place all negativity is erased
Soon I'm under grace, quiet peace enters the face
Like a sponge I absorb each moment of need for souls refreshment
Becoming entirely transparent I arrive at utter contentment
While offering thanks and praise!
etw-2006
Ron
Love this piece...
Vesna;)
Carmen :-)
Love Tinka
so well.
This is a very refreshing start to my day Eileen !
Thank You
Peter
Carole
Hank
This is absolutely GORGEOUS!! Sounds like my kind of place! *Grins* Very well done yet again; brava!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Karla was on the local news this morning. *grins* She's FAMOUS!! Write me for more details! LOL
Birgit and Roger
Ohhhhhhhhhh...so beautiful, your mountain retreat. The entire poem is serenity in verse, however, the words that resonated within me were:
"....with myself out of the way, I hear what Creation has to say...."
Sublime! We all need to take that break.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.