I looked upon the mountain for over four years.
I saw some lonely spruce trees rising from the forest there;
It was on the very top of this mountain called: ”Doefoot.”
I wondered how could I reach those trees and stand and look.
I, for over four years, with a couple of trips each year,
Have sat and wondered, instead of going, how to climb up there.
This year, I finally did it; I made the effort to get to the top.
I walked the property line, an old road and through laurel thickets very thick.
It was while standing at the foot of those lonely trees.
I was suddenly made aware of an awesome silence there.
The leaves stopped rustling, the sound of the wind disappeared,
A dead calm came upon the mountain—silence everywhere!
In the midst of a dense mountain laurel thicket,
At the feet of those lonely spruce trees,
God had brought me to be one with Him.
I was aware of my bowing and, at the same time, the raising of my hands.
It was a silent worship service, just God and me and the spruce trees.
I praised God for the climb, but the silence was also praised.
It was a silence that I could not have made, only God-provided,
A silence and a stillness that I had been in only a few times before.
Each time before, it was a time of worship, also.
I guess I should not have been surprised,
I had been looking for a place to praise Him.
Yet, He surprised me by the stark stillness on that mountain.
A stillness that I had sought, yet was surprised to find,
At the foot of a lonely spruce tree on Doefoot Mountain.
I had climbed to see what I could see;
Instead, I closed my eyes and met God; what more did I need to see?!
The lonely spruce trees on Doefoot Mountain will always hold for me
A memory of stillness and silence, but more, I worshiped God there!
I clung to Him as He clung to me at the foot of those lonely spruce trees, worship, borne out of stillness and silence and presence!!
The Path Continues…