SILENT SERENITY SKYWARD

He is bound to its majesty; a mountain, snow-capped
and covered with dreams of the conquest
of its stately infinity. Climbing ever upward, Excelsior,
an excursion of one nods in respect and kneels
to reflect, a thoughtful genuflect to its superiority,
the majority of which is hidden above the clouds.
The only sound he hears is the silent whisper
of an endless space, a chance to see the face of God.
He is found in the placid serenity near the peak
where the winds speak of the wisdom sequestered there.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics: Summit in sight

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15 thoughts on “SILENT SERENITY SKYWARD

  1. I can’t help but read “skyward” as if it’s code for the psych ward … just a floatin’ up there somewhere. 😉

    This is by far, my favorite line, Walt: “an excursion of one nods in respect and kneels”

  2. superiority,
    the majority of which is
    hidden above the clouds.

    Most times man’s greatness is not apparent in the first instance. It is true Walt. It takes someone else to talk about it or it just remains in the clouds, ” the silent whisper of an endless space!” Great lines!

    Hank

  3. This mountain evokes noble thoughts…and rich vocabulary! How apt to name the solitary (but not alone) climber “Excelsior”. Thanks for participating, Walt.

  4. I love “the excursion of one nods in respect and kneels to reflect…” This is a beautiful and humble gesture to the mountain and all he represents. Wonderful, Walt.

  5. Sequestered wisdom, like wine and cheese, should be aged. Your journey was an inspiring one, I returned richer for imagining the endless space.

  6. I enjoy the meditativeness of this, Walt. I do think sometimes looking to the peaks helps us see the face of God! He is in the placid serenity…just a bit higher than we are!

  7. Glenn Buttkus

    I spend a lot of time in the Cascades & Olympics here in W. WA, & I swear high up in the mountains where the clouds swirl around your face & feet, I keep hearing angelic choirs or religious chanting. Your piece is very inspiring, a perfect reaction to the prompt, Walt. I, too, like the lines /the only sound he hears is the silent whisper/of an endless space/.

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