From Sacred Fire, 1998, by Nancy Wood
The sacred mountains call to me when life becomes
too hard to bear
and all that stands between me and despair is
a little waterfall. With each mile I climb,
my sadness melts away
and I feel my old self returning.
The sacred mountains cure my anger
and replenish my will to resist
those who would diminish me.
In wildness, I am made whole by beauty.
In wildness, I am humbled by majesty.
In wildness, I am content to find
eternity in a buttercup
and courage in a drop of rain.