Mountain of Smoke

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


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