Hold this Dear Mountain
Hold this Dear Mountain
My heart does long for a mountain to hold
with deep embrace and prayers that unfold
into the sweetened winds as all things are told.
Do you see the rock, the boulder, the tree?
They are each a friend, they are dear to me.
The mountain waits. The ancients see.
They bid my heart. They set me free.
Rocky heights rush towards a heaven rare,
Oh Holy Spirit, I feel Thee there!
My Own is lifted, endowed in this air.
My soul soars throughout, like the wings of a dove
In embrace with the Earth, held so rare, high above.
Nature’s shoulders keep vigil, They see, They love.
Oh, hold this dear Mountain, it is the Lord’s Trove.
©2012 Linda Willows
Hi Linda,
Thee is such comfort in your poem.
I love “Nature’s shoulders keep vigil, They see, They love” ; such a comforting strength.
Christine xx
February 3, 2012 at 5:25 am
I am glad, Christine. I have found such comfort in the midst of these “Shoulders”, they lean, listen, reach and receive prayers…..!
February 3, 2012 at 5:41 am
soo beautiful like always
February 3, 2012 at 6:25 am
Exceptional, with surreal sensory and imagery…..what a beautiful desire from your loving spirit…..thanks so much for touching us with your words and vision.
many thanks and warm blessings
Celeste
February 3, 2012 at 7:58 am
Unusually beautiful celebration of a mountain and its treasures to satisfy our deep longings. Our Lord is recorded as speaking the longest from a mount. This is very significant to me. This moutainside photo in all its beauty points our soul’s eyes upwards to the light. Thank you, dear Linda.
February 3, 2012 at 10:58 am
“Nature’s shoulders” – how absolutely beautiful … I long to hold the mountains too, I miss them so much, but for now, I hold them in my heart. Lovely, lovely poem, Linda ~ Julie xox
February 3, 2012 at 7:55 pm
Thank you Julie, I actually came up with that term out of love and a sense of Presence many years ago. Upon my own particular life experiences, as many that your heart may share, I seemed to open the circle of Heart and find embrace in life’s mysteries and beauties; all of God’s expression and love, in particular, Nature. I miss them too, I understand. Love to you, Linda
February 4, 2012 at 2:00 am
Nice and beautiful. I love your posts
February 4, 2012 at 3:49 am
thank you so much!
February 4, 2012 at 4:07 am
Lovely poem! I resonated to your joy of the mountain, that feeling of the sacredness of Nature. And that photo is beautiful – all that green on the mountainside!
February 5, 2012 at 3:23 pm
thank you, Betty. Wouldn’t you just love to be in that spot?? I feel that I have!
February 5, 2012 at 6:08 pm
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Very nice – well written.
February 6, 2012 at 8:21 pm
Thank you, Dennis
February 7, 2012 at 1:31 am
Lovely poem…:) but i must say pic is green
February 7, 2012 at 12:45 am
thanks!
, yes, from a professional eye, but in this one not going for realism, more mystical and most difficult photo to find! 
February 7, 2012 at 1:30 am