The Mountain Has a Soul

The Mountain Has a Soul

The mountain has a soul
on its side a battle rages

The winds crest against its sides
and clouds swirl and build

As shadows invade the gentle slopes
and creep toward its valiant heart

The mountain has a soul
and it finds most joy in the light

But the winds still howl
And the shadows creep

The battle descends on every valley
Defying light and casting dim dismay

It makes us ask of the journey,
Why the winds?
Why the shadows?
Why the battles?
Why the struggles?

But that is not the question of this mountain
This struggle created its shape and majesty
Instead it asks with hopeful certainty
For strength in the journey

Jon Hirst