We are always traveling, whether in our faith, in our relationships, in our wisdom and knowledge, or on the road.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013



Summit

















A
Snow
Stricken
Summit serenely
Spears the shifty stripes of
Shaken sunshine, striking the silent
Shroud of absent sound, it stands, summoning
The strongest and strangest to its stark shores.
Surely this sample of stalwart sculpture stamps a sense
                    Of synthetic security, a surreal spirit surrounding the soul with a
   Soothing stillness. Yet this sure support ceases with subsequent strides
          Skyward, suffering a stately zephyr to storm and squall, screaming and seething
      At the sinner stealing a sight of the saintly. This snow stricken summit serenely spans
    The seven seasons. Spacious and secluded, this silentious superior surrenders to Nobody.

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