We carved our hearts
In the mountain sound
And the sound of the mountain
Carved its heart in us
Imprinted with the words
of thundering drums
Surrounded by light
of dancing strings
Ringing
Voices of bells
Announcing freedom
The air is alive with music
The colors are alive with Wisdom
Zion has a hold on me
The music of this city is home to me
I’m caught in patterns of the mountains light
Finding lost memories
Of before
My before
In folds and crevices
Valleys and peaks
I have come to find
Where I was born
In the dream of a King
Washed in wonder and possibility
The hues of Zion
In the city of my heart
Everlast
I’m in the city
And the city is in me
Identity carved
In waters deep
Deep mountain waters
Sing with fire, wine, and oil
Born in blood and water
In the rhythm of His heartbeat
I remember
My origin
Zion singing
© Elisabeth Cooper 2019