Dear Mountain,
I see you from afar
I admire you
I long for your heights
For your perspective and view
You are proud and strong and beautiful, confident
You offer challenge and respect to all who pursue you
Yet you are so difficult
Stubborn, prideful
Unmoving, unchanging
I loath the ways you slow me down
Weariness is unavoidable with you
You fight me the whole way
There is little rest
You are so ironic
You can be the greatest protection and defense
Yet the greatest danger and treachery
Without you there would be no valley, no place of lowness
I curse you in the pain you cause me
In the struggle, in the frustration
In the fear and the failed attempts
In the false hope of a high
Because you trick me
you make victory appear reachable, but never let me win.
I look to you, where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord.
He makes my feet like that of a deer, and enables me to stand on the heights.
Though I am hard pressed on every side, you cannot crush me
Though you perplex me, I will not despair
I’m not abandoned
Even if you strike me down, I will not be destroyed
I choose to continue to see your beauty and value
But I can no longer fight you
As much as I want to forge ahead
I can only climb as high as I am enabled to
I still long for your heights..
You are where my heart belongs.
One day my friend, one day soon!
