In Praise of Mountains

I cannot live without mountains.
I cannot live without looking up
but the sky is too high, and it hurts my neck.
Praise God for mountains.

There's clean water in the heights
combed from passing cotton clouds.
Praise God for mountains.

There's a black dog-tooth shape
against a flaming sunrise.
There's a pale silhouette
under a rising moon.
There are shoulders lifting under green forests.
Praise God for mountains
for they rise above.

From the steel canyons of the city
they rise above
From the dusty sagebrush flats
they rise above
From the green valley of orchards
they rise above
Praise God for mountains
for they rise above.

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