A Calling From Afar
I see the mountains from afar,
And full of peace is my heart.
Coming home, at long last,
Just as my ancestors did in the past.
How beautiful is the view,
No other place will ever do!
Something draws me there again and again,
Calling to me, no matter where I have been.
Such beauty and mystery in these hills,
Holding our hearts and giving us thrills.
What is that something that our ancestors would die for?
How I would love to have some of their courage and more!
So many lessons have they left us,
All we need do is stop all the rush.
Just take time to be still and listen,
And then just maybe we will be able to hear them.
Times were rough way back then,
Faith saw them through and helped them to win.
Never giving up and pressing on,
No wonder the hills keep us in awe!
By Charlotte Anne Seigler Miller
April 22, 2004
