Shasta Endures

Image is mine. Poem by William Stafford

Silver Star
To be a mountain you have to climb alone
and accept all that rain and snow. You have to look
far away when evening comes. If a forest
grows, you care; you stand there leaning against 
the wind, waiting for someone with faith enough
to ask you to move. Great stones will tumble
against each other and gouge your sides. A storm 
will live somewhere in your canyons hoarding its lightning.
If you are lucky, people will give you a dignified 
name and bring crowds to admire how sturdy you are,
how long you can hold still for the camera. And some time, 
they say, if you last long enough you will hear God;
a voice will roll down from the sky and all your patience
will be rewarded. The whole world will hear it: “Well done.”

7 thoughts on “Shasta Endures

  1. The Image is perfect as in real life, as I remember Mt Shasta. Jim Meyer’s cousin, Tim, lives in a nice log cabin in a town called Montague in No. Ca. that has a straight on view of Mt Shasta. Beautiful!!! Mr. Stafford, is correct, I feel the mountain heard God say “Well Done”! And it truly is!

    Thank you Mr Ferry for another very realistic piece of art! Very Kind to the eyes ::::

    Mary Lyn Meyer

  2. The poem was very timely for me this morning, how did you know I needed that… not to ignore the magnificent photo of G-ds’ creation … Mt. Shasta!

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