So often the valley is compared to the difficult, the dark, the dangerous
sometimes strange to us — thinking this — is just for a season
looking for reasons — to escape.
Hoping the mountain top is where we are supposed to live…
but how can I give — food, water, or love
when stuck above — in the clouds, surrounded by isolation?
It seems like the valley is where the fruit tends to grow,
the water begins to flow — how will I know
the smile of another when separated from my brother?
So… I’ve reached a conclusion — a resolution.
this valley I run from — is actually