That people hear God in the mountains.

I don’t doubt it, but I’ve been hemmed in by

Hills that ripple and fold like green silk

All my life, and I’ve

Crawled to the tops of cliffs and felt
my heart stop

As I stared down into

The ripples and the folds stretching out
into the horizon.

And I’ve stood on those cliffs with my heart

Silent and my thoughts

Silent and my body

Unmoving and still,

No Great Loud Voice! to pierce the silence and make my stillness

Leap.

I don’t doubt that people hear God
in the mountains.

I don’t doubt the Great Voice.

But I’ve only ever heard a Small Whisper.

Those Great Things tell me the rest.