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Timpanogos


Blindingly white
Clean and pure
Against the deep azure sky
Reaching for the stars
The mountain stands

Stands against the changes of time
While changing every day
Reacting to the winds of time
Ever decreasing in volume
Ever increasing in beauty

Beauty not of the physical alone
But of the soul-stirring power
Of the massive, inspiring heights
Rooted deep in earthy foundations
At which can only be guessed

Guessed at are the sources of the mount
Guessed at are the reasons why
Unseen are the powers brought to bear
That would lift mere rocks
To such lofty heights

Heights where man finds himself tested
Where man can find himself broken
Unable to go on
But also where glory is found
From tasks achieved

Achieved by many
Understood by few
But each summit gained
Offers an amazing view
Of eternity

Eternity can only be attained by one
And each experience is unique
Yet how much more glorious the attainment
When shared with one you love
Hand in hand, looking at the world at your feet

Feet descend the mountain
Tired legs and knees and back
But each will never be the same
Not heart or soul or life
Forever changed by the mountain

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