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
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