I don't normally post my poetry, but this one inspired me while visiting The Cove this weekend in Asheville, NC. There's something extra special about this place, and the words flowed.
On this mountain, a place of peace and
respite lies deep in the forest. A place of
comfort with fireplaces and cozy furniture
arranged in a homey atmosphere. A place to
communicate with my Creator without
distractions. A place of quiet contemplation
to hear the still, small voice of Yahweh, peace
in the midst of the raging storm that
awaits in the valley.
Ancient forest displays mighty oaks, tall pines,
strong cedars, and native rhododendrons, whose
lily-white leaves dot the mountainside in spring.
Trickling brook snakes its way to the creek over
worn rocks. Deer, turkeys, squirrels, and the local
bears sip from the cold mountain stream.
You walk among us on the mountain. Words of
encouragement, exhortation, and instruction flow
freely. May these words cover me as a warm
blanket, may they seep into the broken places and
bind my wounds.
Your Word is better than life, and on this mountain
I am alive.