I stand at the base of the mountain of smoke
No thunder, no fire, no trumpets
Just stillness, quiet, wind
In the distance soft
An ancient flute begins to sing
Just stillness, quiet, and wind
And the sound of God walking in His garden
The opportunity rises again
Once again I am given a choice
Walk in the mists
Or not
I step upward
Gasping for air
But I won’t turn around
Until the cloud consumes me
Yet it already has
I step onward
Gasping for air
I cannot turn around
I want the cloud to consume me
For it already has
Not only has it consumed me
But it has come down to surround me
Embracing me in its mists
Enveloping me with its kiss
Now I am forever free
Songs From the River 