By Andrew Zechariah Wolfe
Listen to the recorded reading of The Two Mountains here
A story that's told
When people get old
Is a story that's tragic, lonely any cold
A story of loss
They bereft of their grace
Do sit without purpose
A tired look on their face
The truth is, the story is a murmur
A suspicion gone awry
This molehill now a mountain
It's peaks in the sky
This story, this estimation, this conviction untold
Do we, oh so many
Come ourselves to behold
Now owning our share of this so oft' feared fate
We reflect on our lives with our saddled half gate
This mountain of loathe, at thought shuddered and pined
Was not there at all, it was all in our mind
We don't see it now because our minds we trust less
Our heart's and our souls are what long for redress
We fancy the finer things
The gold as it were (hard got)
This gold you can't find in the deepest of thought
It's the gold of love, from moment to moment
That gives us our joy, and life it's atonement
Atop the substance of a moment, we can look down
Upon this mountain so sage, our age is our crown.
A story that's told
When people get old
Is a story that's tragic, lonely any cold
A story of loss
They bereft of their grace
Do sit without purpose
A tired look on their face
The truth is, the story is a murmur
A suspicion gone awry
This molehill now a mountain
It's peaks in the sky
This story, this estimation, this conviction untold
Do we, oh so many
Come ourselves to behold
Now owning our share of this so oft' feared fate
We reflect on our lives with our saddled half gate
This mountain of loathe, at thought shuddered and pined
Was not there at all, it was all in our mind
We don't see it now because our minds we trust less
Our heart's and our souls are what long for redress
We fancy the finer things
The gold as it were (hard got)
This gold you can't find in the deepest of thought
It's the gold of love, from moment to moment
That gives us our joy, and life it's atonement
Atop the substance of a moment, we can look down
Upon this mountain so sage, our age is our crown.