How can such a rock
Move me so?
It seems so much more
Than a mere rock
It is a constant mountain
With an ever-changing face
On summer nights
That stretch out like a languid yawn
It is painted by the setting sun
As Cape Town’s crown
In 9 o’clock gold
And the morning mist
Curls up at its feet
So that the mountain stands
Like a watchful father
Guarding his restless children
As I sit here now
It is dappled in shadows
A strong grey mount
Against a piercing sky
Made up with brilliant clouds
Other days I find it
Wrapped in a white shawl
That pours over its shoulders
It steels itself
Against the winter chill
Regardless of its face, it is always strength
With the city stretched out at its feet
A symbol of God’s power
Unaffected by man’s
Petty attempts to claim it
I see my God in that mountain
Standing majestic over the city
Immovable, beautiful, radiant
And yet it is just a mountain
My God is the one who spoke its existence
And in its nature, it gives Him glory.
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Cristy, this is just beautiful. Mary and I love mountains, and I could almost see the one you describe. I always say God took great pride in making beautiful scenery for us, and mountains are no exception. Thanks for sharing. Thomas Please feel welcome to visit my web site at www.dustonthebible.com
