Souvenirs

I recall when we climbed "Stone Mountain",

Looking out over mile after mile

Of tall Georgia pine reaching skyward

In worship. It still makes me smile

To think of that day, so majestic and free

Where sight never sees and sound never hears.

A small piece of granite

From high on the mountain

Became my most treasured

Of all souvenirs.

Not platinum or silver,

Not diamond or gold,

Not emerald or ruby red stone.

A piece of a memory.

A glorious moment.

God and the mountain...

And me all alone.

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