Dearest Mt. Pisgah
Shrouded in a blanket of fog
You witnessed as I jumped in puddles and dodged low hanging tree branches
Rain kissed ferns brushed my legs
We laughed as you tried to wrestle my shoe into your muddy bog
Meandering rocky trails lined with wildflowers
Did you hear my meditations?
Love, compassion, forgiveness
Rain at the end of the day, a baptism
And tomorrow, again
Relentless forward motion
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