the mountains yet shall be
I’ve been reading poetry about faith lately … in each poem the same theme resounds … challenges in our lives are what shapes our faith.
While the seaside is my most favorite retreat … the second would be a visit to the hillside. So when I ran across this poem I could agree with the writer … mountains haunt of beauty!
And then note … God’s plowing … his furrowing … our faith comes from the plowing … with the plowing comes those mountaintop experiences.
God ploughed one day with an earthquake,
And drove his furrows deep!
The huddling plains upstarted
The hills were all a-leap!
But that is the mountains’ secret,
Age-hidden in their breast;
“God’s peace is everlasting,”
Are the dream-words of their rest.
He hath made them the haunt of beauty,
The home elect of his grace;
He spreadeth his mornings on them,
His sunsets light their face.
His thunders tread in music
Of footfalls echoing long,
And carry majestic greeting
Around the silent throng.
His winds bring messages to them,
Wild storm-news from the main;
They sing it down to the valleys
In the love-song of the rain.
Green tribes from far come trooping,
And over the uplands flock;
He weaveth the zones together
In robes for his risen rock.
They are nurseries for young rivers;
Nests for his flying cloud;
Homesteads for new-born races,
Masterful, free, and proud.
The people of tired cities
Come up to their shrines and pray;
God freshens again within them,
As he passes by all day.
And lo, I have caught their secret,
The beauty deeper than all.
This faith–that life’s hard moments,
When the jarring sorrows befall,
Are but God ploughing his mountains;
And the mountains yet shall be
The source of his grace and freshness
And his peace everlasting to me.
~ W. C. Gannett