January 21^st, 2021

Climbing a Mountain

The Eastern Peak is towering on high,
Summit of beauty, it soars to the blue heavens.
Among its crags is an empty dwelling place,
Peaceful and lonely, filled with the Mystery.
Not made by workmen nor by artisans,
Its cloudy beams are Nature's work along.
My search for a spot with this strange atmosphere,
Has sent me wandering around time and again.
Now that I'm free I'll make my home right here,
Where I can live out my heaven-appointed span.