Night in the Mountains
There is one memory deep inside you. In the dark country of your life it is a small fire burning forever. Even after all these years of neglect, the embers of what you have known, rest contented in their own warmth. Here in the mountains, tell me about everyone and everything you refused to love. Their shadows will tell you they have not gone, they became this night from which you drew away in fear. Though at the trail’s end, your heart stammers with grief and regret, in this final night you will lean down at last and breathe again on the small fire which shaped your becoming. and draw about you the immensity of the black sky which loves your fire’s centrality. The deep shadow that forever takes you in its arms. The low song of the long and patient night that will hold you in your final sleep, and that stitches faithfully with every tiny far off star, and with that impossible light the dark blanket from which you were born. -originally published as "Here in the Mountains" from Fire in the Earth
You always remind me and teach me about Belonging. How we are not only a part of it but belong to the whole of it. Bless you for that.
This is so beautiful, it makes me weep…
Thank you David!❤️