Green Mountain Reverie

The highway song sings through the ardent green

The maples echo in the morn

The loblollies laugh by the sparkling stream

And I can all but hear the dawn

Hedging the hues of heaven

Kissing earthís bright sphere

Clouds descending with their mists

Encircle as we draw near

I hear the sparrow in the morning

And I hear the whippoorwill

My heart flutters with the longing

And the wells of my soul run still

And I tremble in the Presence

More real than joy or pain

A righteous holy reverence

Oíerswells my soul again.

Here is the dawning of the day

Here in the opening of my eye

Here in the promises I pray

From the aching, open brokenness to fly

In the awestruck awesome silence I am whole

In the devastated delight of my soul.

Where all other delights pale

Here beyond the telling of the tale

Transcending earth andÝ cresting heavenís knoll.

In the awestruck awesome silence in my soul.

Anthony Foster

September 24, 2007