The mountains stand waiting.
Firm, frosty, forgiving.
They call to me.
Fervently, familiar, fondly.
They sing to me.
Serene, soothing, sacred songs.
They call to me.
Caverns, cutbanks, caves cooling me.
They call me home.
Holding healing helping heart aches roll away.
Here in this sacred cabin
in the forest I rest.
Restore.
Renew.
Recognize.
Rejoice in the calling of the mountain.
Calling me home.
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