I tempt you to dream, to endeavor, to see the light off a snow peaked mountain and be stirred to reach its majestic peak. To another, the mountain is felt in the hands, the strokes of a brush, the feel and mixing of pigment, the image captured for others to see in awe through the eyes of an artist. And again, you, who paint with words, will fill pages in the delight of the mountain. The air that cools and thins as you rise to its heights, the passages through alpines that hide its peak, the rocky crags that challenge the climb, your breath quickened to replenishment of your body.
Dream, seek, be inspired my loved ones, for your desires to create fill me with joy for who am I but the great creator. Are your words for song? Then allow my spirit to show you the voices of the mountain, the diamond blue of snow, the silken flow of a spring day’s clouds. Ring out the song of the mountain, its stream of icy floe, the water chorus as it leaps over cliffs and rides upon the rocks.
My creation is of love and beauty. It is of passion and glory. It is of power and truth. It is pure. It is my delight that you will find its splendor.
Dream. Imagine. Allow my spirit to fill you with awe as do the glistening peak of a mountain, the voices of the skies, the brush of the clouds. I am calling. I cry with longing. I am exalted in your vision.
Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. Philippians 4:8 KJB