Saturday, April 7, 2012

Mountain of Smoke

Mountain of Smoke
I stand at the base of the mountain of smoke
No thunder, no fire, no trumpets
Just stillness, quiet, wind

In the distance soft
An ancient flute begins to sing
Just stillness, quiet, and wind
And the sound of God walking in His garden
The opportunity rises again

Once again I am given a choice
Walk in the mists
Or not

I step upward
Gasping for air
But I won’t turn around
For I want the cloud to consume me

Yet it already has

I step onward
Gasping for air
I cannot turn around
I want the cloud to consume me

For it already has

K, Duane Carter 4-7-12

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