I could make you breakfast
I could hold your hand
If that might be enough
To make you understand

That although I may not show it
In ways that others do
Believe me when I say
That my love is just as true.

Quaint Acacia tree forest:
******, unblemished as it was
when my grandparents first met here-
mountain school.

The chapel beside the administration
office
is locked.

But just as holy are the dark coal
mountain
rocks
that sweetly fell from God's hands before
Jesus set his feet here.

He didn't.
This place is lovely nonetheless.