Mountain Peaks

by Dabney Baldridge

MOUNTAIN PEAKS

                                                  You

                                       lead me to                       peaks 

                where       the heavens condense,   dropping dew

           like honey, shrouding the world in mystery. I cannot see 

      my feet, but I feel the warm rock beneath my sole, unchanging.

  You steady           my endless spinning            and call me to quiet 

trust.             Then,            at last, the      vapor’s                veil breaks.

          The scene unfolds                      like a love letter, 

   each word revealing glory      on glory. I see the path my feet took

where I shook in shadow vales, tired on the slopes, and almost turned

                               back.   But you were

                         with me

                  even there. 

                          And now 

                                     I kneel 

                                             beside 

                                                     a crystal 

                                                                 spring

                                                    flowing from

                                    the rock who was

               struck—split open for me.       

And so I drink abundantly.             

DABNEY BALDRIDGE

Dabney Baldridge is a busy mother of three young boys who writes in the middle of life's messiness to create beauty out of chaos. She has always loved creating with words, and her poems, short stories, and articles have been published by Calla Press, Heart of Flesh, Solid Food Press, Dandelion Revolution Press, and Salt and Iron: Seasoned Writing. When she is not writing, she is homeschooling her boys and dabbling in art, photography, and baking. You can find her sharing a weekly poem on her Substack @dabneywrites.