Adapted from an early piece of prose.
Stands tall and erect
In the growing sunlight.
So near, and yet so far;
Symbol of safety and security;
Whisper of a confidante
Who is always there,
At every homecoming;
Beauty beyond adequate description,
Awe-inspiring reminder of God's majesty;
Modest reflection of the potency
Which created the marvels of the universe.
Across the scarred face of the mountain
Is sketched an expression solemn with anticipation,
But bright with auriferous jollity
And full of honest ardour;
It stirs the magic of compassion,
Excites the revellous vision of a goddess bride;
Veil of morning dew,
Gown of morning sunbeams;
Peaceful features sculpted
By the clever tools of cherubim,
The exalting arias of angels,
The patient touch of seraphim;
And a finely glazed aura
Of tender neutrality;
A fair force
Poised to enrich one’s wellbeing,
Rather than granting egoistic desires.
Then, when one rejects its gentle generosity,
The mountain becomes stern and boding,
Guiding back to the true path
With haughty displeasure.
Oh, my serene mountain!
Pondering life and pondering death,
My friend and my foe,
My loyal guide, teacher, chaperon,
Paradox, paradigm, paragon,
My divine epiphany,