Mountain Meditation Poem by Greg Davidson

Mountain Meditation



Wisps of cotton clouds drift across a pale blue sky
And send a fleeting shadow to the mat of rolling green beneath.
We sit alone, my God and I,
The silence bringing soul relief.

Blue hills, at horizon’s edge like billows free,
Frozen for an instant to catch the early morning light
We sit in quiet, my God and me,
As I ponder His eternal might.

Grey gums reach for what they know not of,
A gentle breeze searches for a place to rest.
I sit alone with my God of love,
And lay my head upon his breast.

The bird in flight, its joy it must release,
As leaves falls softly from a tree.
I sit with God in perfect peace,
And know that He has set me free.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Amanda Laurent 26 November 2012

Your words beautifully capture this divine peace with a quietness and softness. Wonderfully written!

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Kee Thampi 03 December 2011

A still and solitude of love to nature Blue hills, at horizon’s edge like billows free, Frozen for an instant to catch the early morning light We sit in quiet, my God and me, As I ponder His eternal might.

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