Into the Mountains

I was given a gift in the mountains

With darkness close at hand.

A blessing from the mountains,

Of a free heart and vistas grand.

Into the valleys deep,

I wandered lost and broken.

But up the stony ridges

I climbed and was awoken.

Like a wind sweeping towards oblivion,

I have felt the edges of the earth.

But in these green mountains I also felt,

Purest light and tomorrow’s worth.

Starry cross high above,

A blessing of the mountain night.

There are many trails yet left to walk,

So rage against the dying of the light.

Though I was just passing like the wind,

A wanderer not long to stay.

I think the maker of these mountains,

Always knew I would pass this way.

This gift of the mountains,

Is now mine to keep.

May these priestly mountains always stand,

So tired wanderers may come and sleep