The mountain peak sees the night
before the valley bathes in stars.
Its stone held secrets vibrate
in their unknown tongue along
prayer beads cut from the heart of God.
Standing on earth’s shifting flesh
it feels the future cutting a path
through the tears of inevitable.
Knowing that certainty can be
rerouted by hope, the mountain waits
to see humanity pulled from the precipice of failure.
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I'm liking your tribute to the mountain, Susie. The mountain waits.
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