What I see up North,
That cold winter country
Where men seldom go,
Everywhere an unsullied profusion,
The organization of God,
A wisdom whispered from one day
To the next,
From wind on snow mantled peaks,
Every night learning it
From the night before,
Mountains nestled in it's purity,
Valley meadows for elk and caribou,
It's gentleness in rivers
of salmon teeming silence
Between stars.
We had an amazing night here in northerly Alberta just recently with the Aurora Borealis pouring out its praise.
ReplyDeleteI sometimes wonder if we're actually seeing into the heavenly realm where angels sing when that happens.
I like the line "A wisdom whispered from one day to the next"