MILLSTATT

The wind like my mother she called my name
A whisper heard over the cars the cries and the clamor
The lake like a mirror it looked back at me
Reflecting no fear, no fault, finding not one, a single scratch

The mounts like my father they guarded the ground
A shadow cast over the town, it's streets, and it's people
The trees they swayed in the wind that spoke
I joined in their dance to the song that echoed off the mountainside 

This must be where God comes to rest

The calm like my brother it kept by my side
A feeling that nothing at all could rid me of meaning
I rose like a child with worry in hand; I threw it into the lake
I felt the weight lift off my back with every bounce across the water and then it sank. I was a feather

The sun like my sister, so gentle, so bright
I was the day waking up, adjusting to the morning
The fog like a blanket surrounded me whole
The church bells joined in the choir,
And we all sang “Come, oh peace, be nigh”

This must be where God comes to rest