A Sketch of the Mountain

By: Heather Nanni

In this place of solitude

where the birds sing in gratitude

for peace

we wander to the mountain

and she embraces us with her powerful grace.

In her majestic presence

there is no misinterpretation.

We reveal ourselves without hesitation

and still our virtue she sees.

She knows how precariously we stand

on ledges of mountains grand

and she sees our frailty beneath our strength

like the slender birches rooted in rock

that sway with the gentlest of breezes. 

It is here in this place

that she knows our goodness

and lets us be.

Her gift-setting us free.