Come With Me
Come with me,
to the edge of my cliff,
a small green precipice on the edge of the Earth,
where I stood all alone letting the peace fill me to the brim
close to the point of overflowing;
Come with me,
to my mountain where the silence screams at you
where the view makes you forget to breathe
and the immense vastness of the sky makes you feel microscopic;
Come with me,
to the filed at the base of my mountain
where the wildflowers stretch and spin in the wind,
where the grass whispers quietly to you;
Come with me,
to the place where God's glory is so apparent
that all you can do is say thank you.
Copyright © Avery Gillett | Year Posted 2015
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