I grew up in a desert climate, but I’ve always loved the mountains. We frequently drive over the beautiful Cascades to visit my husband’s family who live a few hours away. Even though we have taken that drive more times than I can count, I always find myself in awe of how beautiful they are each time we take that drive. (Also keeping my eye out for Sasquatch 😉 ) How lucky we are to live in such a beautiful world!
As I drive the Mountain Pass
I contemplate the things that last.
My heart refilled with gratitude
As I appreciate the altitude.
I soak in the beauty all around.
Find answers that, here only found.
Watch an elk as it wanders by.
Watch a bird fly through the sky.
Admire the complexity of a waterfall
And watch its paths – the big and small.
Breathe in the fresh clean mountain air.
Let the breeze mess with my hair.
Wonder at the majesty
And humility beneath each tree.
Enjoy the stillness faraway
From the hustle of my day.
Once again, my soul renewed
As I enjoy this solitude.
Grateful for each mountain high
God sought to make, personify.
With beauty that’s beyond compare.
God’s touch is clearly everywhere.
How blessed we are by this great earth.
How blessed we are to see its worth.