The Mercy of the Mountains

I don’t know what to write about today.
Perhaps I could write about the mountains.
There is no good or bad there, just beauty.
And that, it seems, is good.
Perhaps that is why people have written about nature.
In nature, there is a rest for the human mind.
It is a place where we can forget 
About our endless pursuit of goodness
And about our inability to find it.
In nature, in beauty, there is mercy
If you can calm the mind enough to find it.
And that’s the best I have to offer today
An escape into the mountains,
A romp amidst their mercy.
An escape from endless thinking.
God bless you all.