the house of god

    the second I set light feet within this sacred mountain seat

    I feel the provo scam pass away into the wind like death

    something that reaches deap into my heart pumping breath

    sparrows and orange city robins fly in as the sun goes down

    magpies that congregate at the top to dream of a better sound

    eagles and oriole thoughts all blue around daunting cliffside seas

    closer than one could capture eternity without a parking fee

    I take a mountain exploratory trail in songs with barking dogs

    pulling me higher into the clean and pure mountain air trees

    all of the beauty surrounds my every thought process

    I shape it into a chance for holy praise like falling stones

    so many times this place has had the power to erase sadness

    mixing words into rhyme for the stars late at night in bed

    squirrels stealing bagels droping them on my morning head

    purple bands of brothers singing for some marching room

    light enters into the heart where the second fountain starts

    we drink the pure crystal water source waking brain stem darts

    golden laughter & silver joy foundations in ancient stone art

    for the oaks and maple cottonwood and pine to aspens complete

    the second I set light feet within this sacred mountain seat