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It is to
the silence of these mountains,
to the whisper
of your voice in the gentle breeze
that I go.
Waiting with the quiet of creation
reflecting like clouds that sail
across the sky and paint
A mirrored image of your wonder upon an icy lake.,
This is my escape.
Through drifts of snow
the shuffle of skis sing
as they carve a path
deeper into woods
where the promise of your light waits in a clearing
beyond the ridge
beyond my fear and anxiousness.
It is to you I come
in reverent wonder
with a spirit of humility among
your beauty, your creativity
so full of peace
waiting and welcoming
me.
This is my escape.
To the your arms that extend in snowy boughs
that reach out and embrace me
to those branches that shake off the weight of winter snow
like troubles, and teach me
to let it go, let it go.
This is where I see you,
this is where I hear your voice
in eagle cries and cracking ice
This is the wonder of your creation
the rest you offer,
if I come
This is my escape.
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