I took the long road today.
I scrambled up slow steps of the jagged, upward path-
leading to the thinner air and thicker place,
the craning neck of her yellow crown.
Then, for the first time, I saw.
I saw what others saw,
and failed to see.
And wouldn’t see.
I saw the rest.
And it was good,
so good that I came back down.
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Feeling your exuberance in these lines. Like downing a spring tonic. Love “the craning neck of her yellow crown.” Is it gorse? Wonderful photo.
Gorse it is! It’s everywhere in the Highlands.
I was drawn to “the thinner air and thicker place, Rob. So profound. I can well remember dropped off by helicopter atop one of the highest West Coast Mountains in Kingcome Inlet, BC Canada — purveying scenery few have the privilege to behold — standing on ground no one else may have trod — aghast at the unexpectedness & beauty that lay before my eyes. It is a “place” (space) where feeling closer to God is so real; so sublime. Thanks for the reminder! Bless you.
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