When God let's the Mountains Speak

I’m sitting among the mountains now 

Where unexpectedly 

The anger came to rest 

I’m lying beneath the trees 

Where all the roses linger in blush 

Where all the warning dreams have ceased 

The dreams that told me all I would need to know: 

Of the snakes that hid in the building 

Of the friend who hugged me, holding a secret knife to my back 

Of the letter written in red ink and her eerie laughter 

Of the animals walking across the beach, clothed in only their skeletons and bones 

‘The famine is over now’ 

‘The land where death was plenty, will be the same land where life will rise once again’ 

I understand now 

How the soft summer of the Pacific Northwest

Becomes the place 

Where all the tall, masculine men come 

To write their sad, honest lyrics in peace 

Yes, among the mountains 

Where the Oregon coast lends her light air 

We came 

To make sense of it all 

‘There are stories to be kept, and stories to be told’ 

‘Go home…

 And tell it all’ 

So, soon 

I’ll wake up in the middle of a Texas summer

Where I’ll run against the humid heat 

But it won’t feel as heavy this time 

And I’ll write it all down

As I always do 

Because nothing 

Is in vain 

When God lets the mountains speak