Cut out of the mountain
By the ones before us,
Who paid the sacrificial cost.
To harrow out a road
In the rock, with guts and sweat
Mixed with granite dust?
Trailing tears.
You may dream of another life,
But fresh perspective is only
Possible when willing
To fork off the trampled path.
We will do the pilgrim thing,
No, we will be
Pilgrims.
Keep my heart out of the stone
With the strength of Kilimanjaro
Rising.
Keep my mind out of the dirt,
But down to the earth
Rooted.
And my spirit, must be kept
Beyond all earthly things:
Keep it with your Spirit
Cumulonimbus soaring.
Jenneth Graser
Photography - Matjaz Cater
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