Poem – Mountain of God

I have passed this way before.
I have seen these desert grains pass through
worn and bleeding fingers.
I slept beneath these trees
and I cried upon the boulders.
Yet I do not know where this is,
I do not know where I am.

The land becomes the sky as
the horizon falls away
and the stars become the
path I now walk.

With eyes closed I let go and wandered
until I stood at the foot of the mountain of God.


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