A Sketch of the Mountain
By: Heather Nanni
In this place of solitude
where the birds sing in gratitude
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.