Poem April 22, 1996 Issue

Mountain high

Nancy R. Gray

Delightfully startled, I stepped
Around a jagged boulder,
Confronting a crimson wildflower
Freely sharing its God-given beauty.

Never knowing or caring whether
It would be seen or praised by mortal eyes,
It expressed its bright color, beauty, harmony;
No self-consciousness here.

Resplendent in simplicity,
It simply gave,
And all who had the sense
To perceive Deity's hand and joy,
Shared in its real glory,
Thanking God.

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