What giant stands in my midst,

Grande in stature I feel so small.

Yet, I feel peace when I feel small,

How can that be?

It’s like it covers my insignificance with its power and then, I also feel power

Shouldn’t I feel nervous, unimportant, invisible?

No, somehow, the majesty and grandness of something so unmovable,

Gives a sense of security and peace, and rest for my soul.

The mountain, ancient, and powerful,

Full of strength and wonder,

Unmovable and beautiful it stands.

In the light of dawn, my peace stands also.