Joyful Ruins

I’m chasing the mountain top views

But along the way I want to remember

To look for your gifts

Less visible than mountains

But no less grand

The trail contains

So many of your treasures

The insects jumping from the path

The birds resting in the trees

A cool breeze to refresh

A moment to sit and rest

If I only stared at the mountains

I’d miss these all

I’d miss your invitation

To enjoy the journey

To stay present

So you can direct my eyes

To the gifts you have for me

Here and now

Just as beautiful

And intimate

As the grand views

Of the mountain tops