Though

Photo: Winnets Pass, Derbyshire, UK

Though

Though
I will look to the hills,
mighty megaliths,
scar strewn and mantled in green;
their gnarled fists challenging the sky.
Though I will call for mighty winds
that force homage from ancient trees,
and embattled cloud that can cloak and hide.
Though I will conjure fierce shouts of thunder
and the purging flame
of lightning’s thirsting thrust.
Though I will seek the furious,
cleansing, torrent of bitter rain.
Though I seek to hide in tragedies
of noise and clamour.
Yet, in still small voice
alone,
will I find
the drama
of peace.