Sitting High On A Mountain Side

Sitting high on a mountain side, I gazed at the coming sun. I watched the ravens start to glide, With the new day just begun. I felt a mystic wonder, sitting there alone, And felt a sense of awe. As the sun over the desert shone, And saw in nature, not a single flaw. The snow capped mountains to the west, The wind moaning down the draw. I felt my heart thunder in my chest, And I felt tiny, like a wind blown straw. I saw God's hand, in everything, The land, the sky, the wind. And at the majesty my heart did sing, And longed for what was left unseen. 12/20/10 Alton Texas