My Help is in the Mountain - March 2014


As the cold and dark of winter is leaving us, I thought this poem about renewal and healing would be fitting for March. Chosen by Sydney Mandel, Nancy Wood's granddaughter.


My Help Is in the Mountain, from Hollering Sun, 1972, by Nancy Wood


My help is in the mountain
Where I take myself to heal
The earthly wounds
That people give to me.
I find a rock with sun on it
And a stream where the water runs gentle
And the trees which one by one
give me company.
So must I stay for a long time
Until I have grown from the rock
And the stream is running through me
And I cannot tell myself from one tall tree.
Then I know that nothing touches me
Nor makes me run away.
My help is in the mountain
That I take away with me.

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