beautiful scenery in other places in the world ... this one is "it" for me. A couple of my sisters who live in the Northwest have told me before that when they see the Mountain in all its glory they think of me and how much I would enjoy that particular sight at that particular moment in time.
I have lots of photos of the Mountain, but even the best of them lacks the true reality of the view.
Back in March, 2003, while I was visiting in Tacoma, a time when seeing the Mountain is not so frequent because of the cloudy spring days, I was seldom able to have the blessing of seeing it. However, there were a couple of times... and I wrote some less than wonderful prose/poetry about it. But decided that I would pop it your direction and you can laugh/roll your eyes and wonder about my addictive personality -- well not "wonder" about it, but have it proven once again.
I’ve pleaded with The Creator for just one more look –
Climbed atop my car in parking lots to take a photo
I’ve begged for a seat on the Mountain side of a plane
so I could gaze
When exiting the area.
I’m not sure why any of this is true.
Maybe I have a hole in my faith that needs visual reminders
that no matter the problems
or the challenges
The God Who made the mountain –
Can handle my molehills.======================================================
MOUNTAIN GROUPIE – PART 2
I’ve never thought of myself as a “groupie”
I’m not easily OVERimpressed.
on a plane –
rubbernecking and photographing –
I am an unabashed,
uncontrolled, uninhibited, overawed
Mount Rainier groupie.
I don’t, like some, worship the Mountain,
I worship the Maker of the Mountain –
He who made the rain –
Made Mount Rainier.
I’m so glad He did.=======================================================
FROM THE FERRY
Seattle to Bremerton
I despaired of seeing
“my” Mountain –
Too many gray days,
overcast, clouds plumping
around the sky edges...
BUT – on the ferry – out on Puget Sound –
we broke ‘round an island
SHE rose off the horizon
– Center stage –
Robed in Light.
[I was ready to jump up and down and scream with delight!]
If you’ve never seen The Mountain –
You can’t possibly understand
the rush of awe, of joy,
I find with every encounter.