|Alaska: Looking over the icefields into the Taku Valley|
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Somehow a Mountain...
Somehow a mountain has passed under my wings,
And I have come to myself to soar
Over the valley, hidden in the blue haze
Of summer heat.
It only seems a mystery. God has held within my heart
For many years the knowing of my Spirit,
And my desire to serve,
Waiting for me to stretch my wings and reach for life.
Original poem by Gwen Meyer