Passed  the  lake  last  evening.
It  looked  dark,dank  and  threatening.
In  the  fast  fading  light.
The  moody  mountains  stood  tall.
With  thick  mist  swirling  across.
In  ghostly  fashion.
A  complete  contrast  to  the  summer  view.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

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Rise up!
     Take My Hand
           Rise Up!
                Though rocky crags
                     Surround You....
                          You walk
                              Sure-footed
                                 On
                                    Solid
                                       Ground.


                                                 cj 2016

There is a place where mercy flows
A place where an eternal garden grows
There is a land of love and truth
Where the lame walk and the old become as youth

You are the River of Life
A stream that flows down from on high
Washed by the love that comes from above
Eternal spring from the father

Come dance in the meadows
Come sing to the wind
Come shout from the mountains
And laugh joyously

Come to the place of forgiveness and grace
Come to the place of healing and rest
Come feel the warmth of a tender embrace
Come to be healed and come to be blessed

You are the River of Life
A stream that flows down from on high
Washed by the love that comes from above
Eternal spring from the father

Lie with me, Mother Earth.
Let me feel your soiled-entombed secrets
Beneath my skin.

Lie with me, Mother Earth.
Let me feel your carpeted tendrils touch me lightly
With the breeze.

Lie with me, Mother Earth.
Divulge unto me your mysterious ways of being
Let me feel your truth on my tongue.

Lie with me, Mother Earth,
Let me admire the azure skies and sprightly sun
Show me how to see.

Lie with me, Mother Earth,
And free my soul from this living tomb
Let me be expansive and limitless.

Emancipate your sons and daughters, Mother Earth--
Rip from them their blindness
Open their eyes and unshackle their souls.

Release your unrepentant beauty and rage,
Mother Earth.

For you alone are the spectre that lets us be.