She is My Mountain

She is my home of affection and serene refuge.
A prayerful temple that restores my mind and
hope on the murkiest and coldest days of
descent into the debilitating waters of
despair. When my spirit drains into
dark rocky tarns of fear—I climb
her iridescent stones of light to
realms of sanctuary’s grace.
A blessed mountain shrine
with thresholds carving
secure entryways to
sheltered eternity.
Summiting sky
I see her, and
She lifts me
up—from
myself
again
…
.