The Mountain – The Writings of Tom Grasso

You called to me
I heard you standing in the forest
The blue skies hugging your form
Like a wedding dress
The billowy clouds dancing in the breeze
Like your veil
Begging me to your altar for a kiss
I was only too happy to oblige.

I climbed to meet you
Stumbled, fell, stood again
“Keep going,”
Said that fire burning within
“You may have come here faint of heart
But that is not how you will stay
For this love will see you strong
In this passion you shall endure.”

Now I have surrendered
Reaching for the ring
Praying to be bound by the promise
I heard when you called to me
When the ground began to shake
And a mountain rose before me
I saw your highest place
And I knew that I must go there.

Love rose high above the prairie
The moment you stood before me
Fraught with danger and blessed views
Filled with trails on which we struggle
And shady places we can rest
Here, the streams tell tales of springtime
And what’s blossomed in the altitude
Is truth. I love you so.