A Prayer On High Poem by douglas lewis

A Prayer On High



I would often take a map
And chose a fresh of blue
Amongst the greens
And hike until we met.
All the while,
High on ramping shoulders,
The whites were in a whisper.
Then one day
A sail of snow,
In hailing glow
And brazened by the wind,
Led me by the prayer.
Up high, where heavens lie,
To the cathedrals
Of the mountains.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: mountains,prayer
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