Ode to a mountaintop in the Georgian Republic

Fresh air is all around us

As we climbed towards the

Top of a mountain that

Stood before us all.

 

Sixteen young adults

and two teachers

accompanied by natives

of a country which shares

its name with a state.

 

You could hear the silent wonder

You could feel the fertile earth

of the lush farmland below

visible through the old trees

as we ascended to the peak

 

What stood before us there

Is older than the oldest song I know

Light shone through walls

That were no longer even there.

 

The ruins of a church hundreds of years old

Musty rooms filled with

Old paintings, rubble, and roots.

And as the footsteps halted

 

I began to learn something that

No church could ever have taught me

God is never found in a building

Because buildings crumble

And one day will no longer exist

 

But the spirit of life

Exists within the trees

That are growing here

In the ones who built it

In the ones who 

Gathered here long ago

In us; who never knew it

And in those who will never know it

Except through these words.

Reviews

[R. L. Ives]

I like the way you just write. It's not tied up in technical correctness, you just say what's in your heart.

Very profound words here sir.

[Derek ubuntu Dunham]

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I want to study poetry more because I don't know the technical side at all, but I am encouraged by the reveiws I am getting!