Stand atop a mountain
Death and peril far below
And feel the inner calling
Of the fire and the snow.
Stand atop a mountain
Lodged betwixt the war and peace
And see the inner beauty
Of the angel and the beast.
Stand atop a mountain
Beat the drum and stare ahead
And feel the inner music
Of the living and the dead.
Stand atop a mountain
That from birth has called your name
And feel the inner heaven
That puts all discourse to shame.
Poetry Copyright © 2018 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
Photography: artist unknown
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Ena Whiteraven (a.k.a. Henry) is a writer and poet who uses elements of mystery and fantasy to inspire readers to seek truth and embrace imagination and creativity in an increasingly dark world. Some of her work has been featured online at The Poetry Bar and The Positivity Press. She also appears as a guest blogger on Spiritually Awkward Magazine / A Life Of Virtues.
In her spare time, she also enjoys reading, gardening, paper and nature crafting, learning new skills, and living the simple life. She’s also an active member of the private Facebook group Exploring Angels. Her author site, The Whiteraven Net, features excerpts from her upcoming poetry book.
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