head in the clouds

head in the clouds,
cloud on the mountain.
wind whistling a simple summon,
each step changing elevation.
weather changes on the mountain,
air becomes thin,
burning the lungs,
pounding the heart.
don’t give up on this journey.

now to reach a summit,
though maybe wouldn’t know it.
only peek-a-boo views,
glimpses of landscapes currently hidden.
no idea what beauty is so close,
until the cloud begins to shift.
don’t give up on this mountain.

catch the movement of this cloud,
these vapors dancing in and around.
offering windows, reminders, pictures,
of what’s beyond the current ground.
if the view is unclear,
the cloud hasn’t lifted.
and if the cloud hasn’t lifted,
He is here.
Glory must be here.
don’t give up on this cloud.

behold the unhurried refuge,
refuge in the cleft.
exposure here is powerful,
yet so is a sheltered stillness.
perspective and clarity seem helpful,
yet intimate is the deafening silence.
wait awhile,
let the outer silence hush the inner chatter,
a settled communion.
stillness hits differently,
in a cloud.
silence hits differently,
when you can’t see anything.
seems there’s a presence,
a beauty so utterly becoming.
this place may be hidden,
yet altogether holy,
and will be my undoing.
don’t you give up on me.