Yosemite

Yosemite

© 2012 Rolland G. Smith

Does thou know how this place began when

time was young and visions cast?

Great glaciers met with granite dreams

of pinnacles and vistas vast.

God sculpted stone with noble peaks

and smoothed the valley floor.

He added cold a crystal stream

and falls to fill it evermore.

With every step and every turn

Man's breath is held by nature’s grace

To reach within to All That Is

and consecrate this holy place.

Release your soul to soar above

and glide the drifting course,

Caressing all dihedral walls,

searching for a celestial source.

Does thou not know whose hand it is

that cradles in majestic awe

The spirit’s quest for loving light

and binds all beauty evermore?

Thundered mist in sunlight prism,

rainbows bending beyond the mind

To rest its gold within our hearts

when rapture touches humankind.

Yosemite is not from here.

It’s borrowed from another realm

Reminding eye of inner sight

in visions that will overwhelm.

Invoking nature’s seed of rhyme

that nurtures life from out the stone

And finds the pathway to the source

is guided by the beauty shown.