Almost Heaven
Leave me on the hill,
for I have seen the
great waves heave and fall,
pulling all beneath their salty grasp.
Let the briney deep
keep her crusted treasure
whose sightless eyes she hides.
The earth abides.
The rising hills
thrill me with their call.
All that I am belongs
in the song of wind
on tree and leaf.
Grief does not bear
with me there.
When I am dead,
I pray you, softly
lay my head upon
the piney floor in sight
of heaven's door.
Or what's a mountain for?
Location:West Virginia
Lyrical and lovely!
ReplyDeleteThanks, dear gnome!
DeleteHaving been upon the back of both heaving seas and rising mountains, I too found steadier footing in those hill of Appalachia. The folk are nicer too. may your final desire be yours to own Karen.
ReplyDeleteNo matter how far away I wander, the hills call to me. It's funny, but as a youth, I just wanted to get away from here. Full circle.
DeleteThere's never a word out of place with you. Never a stumble.
ReplyDeleteAnd the earth abides for a pause, was perfect.
I have no argument, simply admiration.
Rick
Too generous as always, Rick! Thank you, dear wanderer.
DeleteWow! How mellifluously you've made flesh dissolve in sea, and spirit lift in mountain wind.
ReplyDelete"Mellifluous" -- a favorite word of mine! Thank you, and welcome to the mountains!
DeleteI love love love this! And not just because I totally agree with it. :)
ReplyDeleteOur Southern Comforts, Bug! ;-)
DeleteLovely share particularly:
ReplyDeleteAll that I am belongs
in the song of wind
on tree and leaf.
Amen. Very moving! A mountain is for all of this and more!
ReplyDeleteThere's a similar feeling to a tiny haiku on my blog: http://susanspoetry.blogspot.com/2012/08/soul.html
I would certainly feel safer in the hills than in the water. Agreed Karen! Nice write!
ReplyDeleteHank
Having lived on both coasts, I now have learned what shelter is. (I followed an early vision and settled in the heartland.) The earth abides. Gorgeous writing.
ReplyDeleteit rings within me - wonderful.
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