Looking up at the great mountains,
at the cliffs, crevices, slopes and varied color of the trees,
at the plants, grasses and rocks that cling,
following the lines, the contours,
I almost see, very much sense,
God's hand there creating the grandness,
stroking, forming, pressing in here, drawing out there.
Holding my breath,
right now,
my God,
wondrous Lord,
friend,
heart keeper,
head lifter,
here,
very near,
the two of us,
gazing,
enjoying the quiet mountains.

Sometimes too,
the quiet of wet, heavy, dense snow falls,
snow weighting down the trees,
dampening all sound,
everything soo white,
nothing seeming to move,
except the falling snow,
life sheltered beneath,
waiting for renewal,
my God,
wondrous Lord,
friend,
heart keeper,
head lifter,
here,
very near,
the two of us watching,
sharing quiet words.

Copyright Joy Chastagner 2009