Yosemite

The pictures don’t do it justice
The beauty of this wild place
I know this place
Of rock and tree
And towering waterfalls
I rests within me
Close to my heart
Under the skin the winds caress
I hold it fast
As I would a lover
But, it is both deeper
And more mysterious
A thing than love,
My connection to this place
Though I do not live here,
Yosemite is home
It is a healing balm
For my soul
A place crafted
By the Creator’s Hands

Becca
Ecc 4:9, 9:4

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