Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Go Up
by easywriter
Go, you broken spirit, up into the granite hills, let the enduring rock beneath your feet teach you that they live. Rest, you wandering child, beside the water deep and still, let it show you how to be at peace. Go up, you weary ones, let the cool green forests be your temples and cathedrals, let the growing things teach you that we all need roots. Make the voices of the wild your hymns and psalms. Send your prayers to our Creator on the sweet smoke of your fire. Sleep upon the breast of our Mother Earth, close your eyes beneath our Father Sky. Go, you sorrowing soul, up into the granite hills and descend again renewed.
Go, you broken spirit, up into the granite hills, let the enduring rock beneath your feet teach you that they live. Rest, you wandering child, beside the water deep and still, let it show you how to be at peace. Go up, you weary ones, let the cool green forests be your temples and cathedrals, let the growing things teach you that we all need roots. Make the voices of the wild your hymns and psalms. Send your prayers to our Creator on the sweet smoke of your fire. Sleep upon the breast of our Mother Earth, close your eyes beneath our Father Sky. Go, you sorrowing soul, up into the granite hills and descend again renewed.
Copyright © 2005, by easywriter.
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