Who bestowed majesty on these mountains?
Did I miss the parade and uniforms,
Rites fossilized in eroding generations?
The reverence I feel for those snowy peaks,
Was it learned from heavy handed magistrates,
By threat of punishment with respect demanded?
And my excitement to see the looming ridges,
Was that planted by a looping viral jingle,
A campaign to woo my lucrative affection?
Neither testimony, tithing, nor submission
Demand the mountains from me
Yet heavenward I climb transcendent.
-T. Weeks
(A response to “BOOK XII: Song of the Broad-Axe”)
Life Immense 