by Jayne Scott

Created on: July 25, 2008

The Mountain Top

I sat upon a mountain top,
closer to my god to be.
All day I sat in contemplation,
but no sign of him did I see.

And all around the birds were singing.
The trees blew gently in the breeze,
and Mother Earth called my soul to peace,
my tired body to rest at ease.

Where was this god in all his glory?
In nature's wondrous attire?
Where was his voice, his ghostly body,
while earthly songs aspire?

But in the glory of the sunset,
I saw Gaia's secret smile.
I heard her voice upon the wind,
and surrendered to her guile.

I sat up there a little longer,
her whispers a gentle sound
As darkness fell the stars came out
and danced upon the ground

At last, my mind prepared for rest,
I left that special place.
And thanked The Mother for my day,
spent in her glorious space.

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