Ways of the mountain basking in the sun, ringed in light, undulating hillsides giving rise to celebrating the day, invite solemn gratitude.

Falling under marble and alabaster steps to grandeur where masters walked along paths of a simpler sort, bestowing grace at every turn, simple folk pass unnoticed through festivals . . . carrying icons of plenty.

Mountains’ ephemeral veils are lifted upward, into the arms of plenty.

Finding peace in layers of majestic mountains opens the heart for healing.

Here we sit in the quiet contemplation of grandeur God gave us, all around us; suffering recedes, clarity emerges, stillness envelops us, and we go on to conquer another mountain.

What does it mean to encounter grace? What it means is to find grandeur in every waking moment…

Take a moment to consider why we are here while the grandeur overwhelms you.