Wednesday, July 31, 2013

A Poem Draft

Mountain Contemplations

As soaring stone the steeple of God,
the star-crowned seat of Zeus the Thunderer,
in glory grows from ground most fertile,
a tree for titans, timeless and sheer.
There holy with hallels I hold my vigil,
wordlessly wait for whispers of truth.
They whirl in the wind;
my mind is mesh to catch them.