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When I visit another place, another state, another note
Who writes its hope, its grace, its peace
From the gentle rains, the tranquil rivers and streams
The broken tears of a mourning dew, silent as the joy
Who abides in those who hear His gentle falling from the glistening
Serenity of a faded moment, a healing faith, stillness
So surprising it feels like it will never fade.

When I visit some glorious gorge, some spirit of freedom
Pouring over the wisdom etched in a beautiful
Splendor rising beyond the temptation of a music,
Songs blowing over the edge of her goodness,
Enriching lives, inspiring joy, stilling the winter’s ice
With springlike memories, summer’s solstice,
Autumn’s flowing, trembling….

When I visit the shores, the hills, the pastures and fields,
Blessed by the tunes of star strewn skies,
Glistening moon and endless, summer smiles,
Fireflies burning through the nights, twilight melodies
In crisp, cool evenings, blurred by the softest
Hues of melancholy, bleeding through the gentling,
Amazing and risking all the wonders, peppered scenes
Blazing trails of rich, clear beauty,
near the end of a quiet journey…

While my mountain home sits, restfully
Beneath the luscious blue ridges, their destiny
Shattered layers of fragile reflections
On the hills, where leftover moments breath
Endless dreams, stirred by the waters of gracefully
Flowing clean as the heart who believes,
Never doubting the wonder of His light,
Dropping hope into the wind, the streams, 
Hesitating prayers on the hearts who hear
Placid forests, woods sheltering
Relaxed worlds – faded havens for deer,
Turkey, fox and raccoon, rabbits so soft…
delicate birds…

Mountain mornings remember the details
Fragile folds of feelings, flavored
With yesterday’s promises, the praises
Echoed across the ridges, against stars, moon
Singing, the news of life beyond her soothing,
Winds relieve the breathless duty,
Washing the moments in a healing, restoring
Broken shadows with a tenderness,
Remembering… oh, how I remember when…

Her silence bid joy to my nights,
Her grace reassured me of the light,
Her beauty stirred hope on the inside…
Oh, how I remember – how I love her
My mountain home moves me, 
She is surely a soul whisperer, 
My mountain home, where harmony sings
To the wind, the creek, the shadows
Even in grief, she is like a gentle grace,
Overflowing with goodness,
Bursting with hopefulness,
So full of love that you just know
She’s a gift from above,
Sent to those who value her peaks,
And, linger to weep because she’s so steep
Her caverns and trails – they cannot speak,
But, oh my friend… how loud they weep!
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