High Places Poem by Albert Price

That wonderful morning I felt so well,
I chose to turn aside for an early stroll.
Lead by my Creator to a flowery dell,
I glided over fields so lovely to behold.

As I went along a path by a stream,
The water’s sweet refrain was heard.
This deserted valley- or so it seemed-
Was inhabited only with butterfly and bird.

On I walked in a calm and serene daze,
Through this delightful valley of flowers,
Shrouded in a moist mist of eerie haze,
Amid the high places so like heavenly towers.

Following the path up into the hills,
I heard the stream seem to utter a call.
The songbirds began their morning trills,
Singing a lovely message intended for all.

Now beginning the steeper part of my climb,
The rocks got larger in number and size.
The path underfoot grew more sublime;
As this realm of beauty consoled the eyes.

Then there seated on the rocks- like a vision-
Were two women with only veils on their faces.
They told me in their greeting their divine mission-
Assure my beaming attainment amid the high places.