Winter's Snowy Keep 08/11/1999

This place has formed me,
as sure as my mother's womb.
What I am breathes through the trees.
What I was whispers in every breeze.

My eyes drink in all that I see,
as the coolest waters that nourish me,
quenching me from my birth,
teaching me what life is worth.

Mountain ranges, forested hills,
my longing heart stills.
Cradled in the deepest valleys,
lifted to the highest levee.

Forests return from winter's keep,
awakening from its naked sleep,
darkest brown to deepest green,
then to majestic Autumn's gleam.

To not come back and view it new,
a soul starved would ensue.
To never travel its winding roads,
would lock a history untold.

Yet, I calmly seem to know,
home was here only long ago.
Yesterday here for but a moment's time
Today the only retreat I find.

It matters not where the journey ends,
but only where the roads did bend.
For all that I see before me,
will surely follow to life's end.

Isaiah 55:12 "You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace: the
Mountains and hills will burst
into song before You, and all the trees
of the field will clap their hands."

Susan Hebert Ajaz
copyright 08/11/99
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