I crest that hill and the Blue Ridge speaks to me.
The wind skating around my head sends a gentle message.
“Welcome home young lad”
As the sun sets, nestled in the surrounding hills
I am reminded of the lazy summer days of my youth.
In stark contradiction, the quick pace and buzz beneath me.
Leaning to and fro I feel a connection to the Earth
Like a river flowing, pulled down by gravity,
I am lead down into the heart of this tranquil land.
Slow, look, lean and roll.
The lights of the small city become halos
As a guide to my final destination.
I’m reminded that life does go on
And I cannot live in this moment
Though I long for many more
And know that they are not too far off.
Oh country, my country
Thank you for what you afford me
Oh Lord, The Lord of all things
Thank you for the blessings with which you surround me.