Our spirits groan deep within.
Yearning for each mountain to climb.
A subtle gaze to look upon,
ancient-land.
The wooden staff ,
healing-breeze
For when the mountain calls you- go
Go-home to the “burning tree”
and listen closely,
the mountain speaks.
I will follow the wind of His voice…:)
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Amen Storm-(the wind of his voice) beautiful and powerful…much love…
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Love back at you Krissy…:)
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We are to talk to the mountains, but listening is always a good practice
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indeed -we must stop to listen, Angie… much love to you… thank you for your words
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Ahh beautifully done, I love the ending.
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thank you Kiana Donae
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My word, this allusion to Moses is why i read poetry.So perfectly written.
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aha – very wise -yes me too!!! So kind…
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