FEATURED: Perspective in Yosemite
by Kate Lab
PERSPECTIVE IN YOSEMITE
“The mountains are calling and I must go."
—John Muir, in a letter to his sister Sarah Galloway, September 3, 1873,
from Life and Letters of John Muir, Chapter 10 (1923)
PERSPECTIVE I:
I must go
To the mountains,
To the towering trees.
I must see and be seen
By things bigger than me.
Against such beauty,
I can hardly think.
Against such grandeur
My problems shrink.
And yet,
Without a maker
The mountains mock me.
“You are insignificant
And small,” they taunt me.
“You will die and turn to dust,
What you love decays and rusts.”
But
But
But
If the God who made the mountains
Numbers the hairs on my head,
If the God who stays the proud waves of the ocean
Sent His son in my stead,
Then
The majesty of the mountains
Is a love song to me,
Being in this wild and wonderful world
Brings me peace
Like the river
Or the stream.
PERSPECTIVE II:
When I see these giant trees
These rooted solid growing things.
How could they spring up from seeds
Falling on the ground?
And I wonder at the flowers that grow
On the side of this high mountain road
Who planted them to bloom in rows
By my eyes to be found?
When between these pristine peaks I stand,
I’m struck by just how small I am.
What is mankind that you are mindful of him
And know us all by name?
I am near paralyzed in awe
When in these mountains I do hear a call,
By the Potter who has formed them all,
My good God who is not tame.
I will never be the same.