By Michael W. Raley
I am in desperate need of some mountain therapy
To cleanse my soul,
Clear my mind,
And to reconnect my spirit to God’s creation.
To view the majesty and beauty of the snow-capped Rockies
Or to go above the treeline and see the mist
Rising from the Smokey Mountains of Tennessee
Is what my heart so desperately wants to see.
I yearn to return to the simplicity and the peaceful,
Away from the brokenness and the shattered dreams.
I seek to meditate on the voice of nature
And to turn off the everyday noise of our technological world.
When I’m in the mountains,
My burdens lift off of me and evaporate
Like dew on the morning grass.
I often think that maybe Thoreau was right
When he chose to live by that pond.
During my time in the mountains
I have learned that all someone needs
Is a faithful companion, a stack of great books, and a good cup of coffee.