A mountain bows
before mercy's rain,
rumbling in its own
tectonic time
before it crashes back
into the ocean.
This holy sea
of light between you
and God.
Tell them, lover,
tell them how I set sail
with soaring hope
and was stripped bare
by sincerity.
How I sank in that storm
like a blue stone,
was swallowed by the depths,
way down past any thought
of destination.
Only to be shown
there is no distance,
there was no time,
that what matters most
about mountains is not
their minerals but their merriment.
Majesty!
Move me only
to this remembrance,
reverence for a love
already within.