The Mount Is You Poem by Lynn W. Petty

It seems I see you less and less,
Our lives so filled with busyness.
I miss our friendly, gentle talks
O'er paths we strode on verbal walks.
Do you remember where they led?
By bramble patch and desert dead,
From verdured hills to heights beyond.
We sat beside a thinking pond,
Beneath a shady mental tree.
We spoke of life, its mystery.
We spoke of love and its refrain,
Its dying embers, all its pain.
I counseled you and kissed your tears,
The benefit of all my years.
We crossed the gap of your duress,
We sought the range of happiness.
Beyond the pass there vaguely seen,
Through mindless mist, man's hapless screen,
Did lie the peaks we hoped to find,
The mountain tops, your peace of mind.
Since then, I see you less and less.
I tell you this with hopefulness,
That you will take this one last gift,
All else is chaff that you must sift,
It's only when you learn "Forgive"
That they become definitive.
It's only when you learn to "Love"
You forge the summit high above
The endless waste of search and strife,
It's then you see your purpose, "Life."
If you could look internally,
It's there they stand majestically,
Where they have stood for all to see,
Have always been, will always be.
It's been the same since birth of time,
The mount is you that you must climb.