My Help Is In the Mountain

My Help Is In the Mountain

My help is in the mountain

where I take myself to heal

the earthly wounds

that people give me.

I find a rock with sun on it,

and a stream where the water runs gentle,

and the trees which one by one 

give me company.

So must I stay for a long time,

until I have grown from the rock,

and the stream is running through me,

and I cannot tell myself from one tall tree.

Then I know that nothing touches me,

nor makes me run away.

My help is in the mountain

that I take away with me.

- Nancy Wood