Look to the Hills

Look to the Hills

"Look to the Hills," she whispered knowingly,
those inky black eyes deep and bottomless
gazing into mine; but, fear was banished,
soulful warmth enwrapped...tenderness recalled
of a loved one passed. "What does it mean this 'Look to the Hills'?"
but she said not a word searching my fickle soul for acceptance,
urging, pressing with one muttered sentence
and so I awoke troubled and burdened.

"Man of cloth, what does this mean 'Look to the Hills'?"
I asked much disturbed, seeking wisdom and
his perceiving gaze profoundly knew it.
"But where had you heard this...that which you speak?"
"A dream, a vision...I can not be sure."
So my heavy heart quietly pondered,
remembering...fathomless eyes of coal-
how much I still loved them though departed.
"Look to the Hills," I breathed...so wonderous.

"Then look to the Word for answers," he remarked
and opened the Book...Psalms 121.