Mountain View

This view of mountains used to be my home
Here now I search again for You listen for the sound of
Love, wonder if it is the wind or the still small voice
Take refuge in the Dwelling place of All That Is
Bend my being to enter your house…no just actually
Open my bones and see that this is where I Am
Take your always open hand to begin the dance
Again, as if something in forever had stopped
Drink like a wanderer lost in the desert amazed
To find that I thirst no more and there is no other voice.

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