#ranges
In hollow valleys, off the distant peaks
Down in the dim woods, braiding canopies
In the quietude of slow-dancing leaves
Through the howling and raging of the winds
Across plateau of no growth or decline
along blind, chiseled cliff, a cul-de-sac
In the triumphant reach of high summit
Between the rocky canyons of defeat
Grace at every gaze despite long travails,
dazed in wonder, never cease to amaze
In the bone-parched deserts, devoid of life
Out of flowing streams, rivers without strife
At the depth where lights dwindle to nothing
On familiar shore radiant weathering
In jubilant rejoicing when love wins
Even through the painful cuts as it stings
At the plain of anxious waiting and doubt,
In tiresome striving to glorious thriving
As it always has, Mercy will carry
Crushed, it wont let me be; though tears may tarry
Jun 12, 2022
Jun 12, 2022 at 12:10 AM UTC