Warrior Poet Circle: Finding the Place
Up above the misty mountain
Where quieted souls have come to rest
The heights have been climbed,
Treacherous steps all taken
No more striving, thoughts abound
Melting into the wonders surrounding
Drinking in the wind-whipped drops
Reflecting on the life in valleys
Sun-drenched songs we’d sing again
The quiet feeds my aching soul
As whispers of eternity perk my ears
I breathe the mist and hold it deeply
As if to store the grand refreshing
No more seeking, I am filled up
Carrying the strength of a higher way
You’re my cave to hide in,
my cliff to climb.
Be my safe leader,
be my true mountain guide.
Free me from hidden traps;
I want to hide in you.
I’ve put my life in your hands.
You won’t drop me,
you’ll never let me down. –Psalm 31:3-5 (The Message)
Welcome to the 40th edition of the Warrior Poet Circle. Time to pull up a seat, gather around the fire, and pour out our verses.
We’re writing honest poetry from our spiritual passion so come share your heart and maybe express yourself in a little different way. If you have a poem to contribute, add it to the link widget below. If not, read what others have written and I know you’ll enjoy it.