The details of nature that weave the picturesque view.
So many they cannot be counted but merely glimpsed.
Views that change meanings and mastery.
Sights to behold and humble with scathing magnificence.
I am transformed by the presence of the divine encompassing.
Must go deeper to find, hidden in the wilderness, the questions I don’t yet comprehend. To grow new mountains of understanding and caverns of meaning. To ascend and become intimate with the boundaries of my fear and faith. To push back and through to the next great mystery or path in the wood. To see that country which songs so sweet have eluded to just beyond my eyes’ next fallen scale.
