I am a house built upon stone
Pillared and structured, ancient
I have seen the flood of Noah
I remember the plagues of Egypt
I saw the Greeks, the Spartans
Both stand defiantly, and fade
I crowned Caesar, and stabbed him
I walked with Christ and left him
At the cross, to be found again

The earth recognizes my face
But it will never know me
Men feel my heartbeat and are warm
They will never be without me
I am not a stone or a mountain
But rather a range, a fortress
Guarding sunsets and horizons
Hording the taste of the clouds

I sit boldly on every map, a scar
Stitched into the fabric of geography
Unmoved, unshaken, unchallenged
Held up by outstretched peaks
I baffle and intimidate men
The conquerors of nations and nature
The killers and believers of God’s son
They would rather build around me,
For they know not the depths of my lairs

I am a line of pearl shields
Marble forming Renaissance shapes
That chose a crusader’s task
Strung together by a brave uncertainty
Enlightened, scientific, logical,
But righteous.
Reasonable, compassionate, forgiving,
Yet uncompromising.
Afraid, naïve, innocent, young,
Though faithful.

I am the gravity of minds and souls
I am the one who has your back
And still guards your heart
I am the brother you never had
But will never lose
I am not the prodigal son but the father
I am not love or hatred but a magnet
Pulling in everything opposite, connecting.
I am the cause, the drive, the pulse
I am safety, relaxation, the roots
I am the whisper, the hint, the answer