I pray on the mountains, to the new day; <br />Pray for vision prerequisite to peace, <br />Though I see far clouds on the misty horizon- <br />All is beauty, that I survey. <br /> <br />I pray for days, in the mountain's grace, <br />With visions stirring, in peace complete; <br />Cloudless visions, unspeared by time- <br />And beauty rarely seen by mind. <br /> <br />I am the mountain-shading day; <br />My dense shadow true stability is: <br />The clouds must go round my pointed face, <br />And nothing hides from my highest space.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-pray-become-the-prayer/
