On the mountain top, there is peace

The air is pure, the wind gently blows

The sky is clear – blue like the oceans, filtered by white-streaming clouds

And the silence penetrates the soul

This peace is unearthly, for detachment hushes the world’s noise

Voices which issue demands, commands, influence, persuasion…

Here, I will listen to my God, for He will awaken my soul

And move the weight which presses down and the walls which are closing in,

with their deafening intensity

Here, there is freedom, beauty, hope…

I breathe, inhaling deeply all which can replenish, restore and renew

My spirit awaits His gentle voice

Expectantly, I sit and ponder – I pray, calling on His name…

And allow stillness to envelop me completely.

Juliehughespoetry©6aug2024peace