There's a soft wind filled whisper that drifts through the air
Drawing my spirit up higher . . . . .come here
Up to the heights where the mist lingers round
Close to the clouds where eagles are found
The mountains' fresh air that fills up my lungs
Warmth that caresses my face in the sun
Choirs of birds inspire me to climb
Reaching for moments that turnaround time
There are things in my life that would try and distract
Stealing my peace and my calm and in fact. . .
Holding me captive to the cares of this place
But my heart longs to run to the heights to erase
The high peaks and pines sing their soft serenades
Drawing me up where the top is arrayed
With trillium carpets where I'll take my repose
The mountains are calling and I must go. . . . .
I love this for its peace and beauty.
I'm saving it so I can come back and read more of your writing. This is SO inspiring, lifting me to the mountain with you, anticipating time with my Lord.
Connie