Ruidoso

I wrote this a few weeks ago and just now remembered to post it.

2-20-12
I would live my life
Here at the feet of such
majesty and grace if I could.
Where beauty and power meet
in the snow covered arms
of the mountains.
More wonderful then even the
Heights around me,
is the Spirit inside me.
God, that can move such
Bigness
with a word.
could blow the entire mass
into the ocean with a
whisper.
The tree against my back,
the bare branches creak a little
in the winter wind.
I wonder if the
wood
on the bleeding back
of His Son
poked him.
If it creaked in the wind as he carried
my sin.
Cannot a sparrow weep for food,
or the flower bloom, wilt, love and die
without his notice?
Can my tears fall
like His blood did
and He not be moved?
does He not love me more,
love me higher,
love me stronger than the mountains
in my sky.
The wind and the waves obey Him,
the earth and the sky at His call.
and He loves me.
That's why I love mountains.