Any one who loves to hike above the tree line and even in the snow .... knows the special majesty that is the mountains and trail of rocks leading to the top. I always sense that we're not alone whenever I will go...
A Poem for the Mountain Hikers
© Thomas R. Farrell 2007
Years ago
Those people in charge of writing our religions
Always came up with the same story about where
We could all find our God.
They never shared their notes with one another
Or read what others wrote
About the way that they each described their God........
But always they would say
That God lived atop the mountains in the sky!
And now that I have come to walk where God had laid his head
Ie know that God was here atop the peaks of snow and stone.
God may be other places now
Especially since I've come and found his bed
And some footsteps in the snow.
But I know that even now I sense He hasn't left quite yet
Since I can feel Him in the wind
And in the quiet of the sky
Who calls to Mother Sun.
I know that God is here
I can feel Him in my bones
And I wait for Him to whisper
One more time
Of the Grandeur of his Ways!
Poetry by Tom Farrell
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Written on 2009-07-04 at 22:43
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Finding God on Mountain Tops
Finding God on Mountain TopsA Poem for the Mountain Hikers
© Thomas R. Farrell 2007
Years ago
Those people in charge of writing our religions
Always came up with the same story about where
We could all find our God.
They never shared their notes with one another
Or read what others wrote
About the way that they each described their God........
But always they would say
That God lived atop the mountains in the sky!
And now that I have come to walk where God had laid his head
Ie know that God was here atop the peaks of snow and stone.
God may be other places now
Especially since I've come and found his bed
And some footsteps in the snow.
But I know that even now I sense He hasn't left quite yet
Since I can feel Him in the wind
And in the quiet of the sky
Who calls to Mother Sun.
I know that God is here
I can feel Him in my bones
And I wait for Him to whisper
One more time
Of the Grandeur of his Ways!
Poetry by Tom Farrell
Read 933 times
Written on 2009-07-04 at 22:43
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