The Sacred Mountain

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Across the wide valley,

Past the snaking river,

Broad shouldered,

Sits the sacred mountain.

 

In the evening it filled me,

In the morning it brought tears.

“Serve the Great Spirit,” it said,

“And I will fill you,

Hold you.

Take the message of love,

Share the one consciousness,

Serve all the brothers and sisters,

Be among them

While I sit silent,

Waiting for the people to come home,

To be held

As I hold you.”

 

I bow and say yes.