Looking towards the mountains north
He felt a rush of air burst forth
A bird called him from its nest
Jocular and free, and filled with zest
He was reminded of what had happened here:
Of marble monuments and the trail of tears,
Of the Triple C and the dude ranch,
The Whittington mansion and the Long Swamp branch.
Of the roads carved out by ice and men.
Of the enormity of history beyond his ken.
Of the little things that made him smile,
and the time for gratitude all the while.
The mystery of life in all around:
The connectedness of each upon the ground,
the immortality of time beyond our view
and glory of sunsets and morning dew.
Each piece of creation wove its course
into a tapestry of the universe and loving force
The handiwork of God at which he wondered
resounded with peals of mountain thunder.
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