God dwells on his Holy Mountain
It is there that the people go
to visit God in his majesty.
It is very humbling to be at the base of Denali
the tallest mountain in North America
being quiet listening for God’s voice amidst the stillness.
The mountain is not out,
but that does not matter,
I still know that the mountain is there.
Just as I know that God is with me everywhere
even when I am even far away from this mountain
his presence is still near me when I am quiet and listen.
The Ancient Elders knew God spoke to them
even when they were far from the mountain,
they knew God’s strength was from within.
I stop and listen, the Raven calls
to those who are lost to show the way
back to God who dwells everywhere.
The little birds speak as well to those who listen
their little voices full of praise to God who provides
and we too pause to give God praise for all his blessings.
I am changed forever by being here,
not at the base of Denali
but in God’s quiet presence.
Thank you, God, for all your blessings
for the birds, the critters big and small
the meek and ferocious as well.
Let me leave here changed
not by the mountain
but by quiet time with God.
Amen.
