Posted by ruth at April 21, 2003 04:28 PM
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Monday, April 21, 2003
Thursday, April 10, 2003
Over the Ridge
The wind softly robes us
As we climb a beautiful hill
Thousands of miles into the sky
Our feet surrounded by
Flowers whose names I couldn't know.
We reach the ridge.
Breathless
An instant brings
Another world to us
No clouds roam the sky
Blue of the mountain so deep
Envelopes my mind
Reaches so high
That I become nothing
Valley buries a carpet so low
Only an eternity would get us there.
Trees cover the mountainside
With green so moving
I become lost
Powerful water gushes
Through rock
In glowing white
With a voice so frightful and gentle
It could only be God
Written 10/2001
Posted by ruth at April 10, 2003 10:50 AM
As we climb a beautiful hill
Thousands of miles into the sky
Our feet surrounded by
Flowers whose names I couldn't know.
We reach the ridge.
Breathless
An instant brings
Another world to us
No clouds roam the sky
Blue of the mountain so deep
Envelopes my mind
Reaches so high
That I become nothing
Valley buries a carpet so low
Only an eternity would get us there.
Trees cover the mountainside
With green so moving
I become lost
Powerful water gushes
Through rock
In glowing white
With a voice so frightful and gentle
It could only be God
Written 10/2001
Posted by ruth at April 10, 2003 10:50 AM
I love this poem.
While reading, I had visions of the Stairway to Heaven and the trails deep within the Koolau Valley.
Posted by: kane on April 11, 2003 06:37 PM
While reading, I had visions of the Stairway to Heaven and the trails deep within the Koolau Valley.
Posted by: kane on April 11, 2003 06:37 PM
Kane! Hi!
Thanks for your insight. I heard about the Stairway to Heaven, and now I'm eager to hike there.
Take care,
Ruth
Posted by: Kane! on April 15, 2003 07:42 PM
Thanks for your insight. I heard about the Stairway to Heaven, and now I'm eager to hike there.
Take care,
Ruth
Posted by: Kane! on April 15, 2003 07:42 PM
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