Martha: Somewhere you don't know

I know of a place above the desert, it's up in the mountains, but they climb so fast that it's hard for much to grow there, and it doesn't get much rain so what does live up there is stronger than it looks, stronger than it should be. There is a strength up there that doesn't exist anywhere else, nothing up there is weak because nothing up there can afford to be weak. I ran up to the top to see the sunrise, and I knew I was close enough to GOD that if I turned to look against the sun HE would be there. But I couldn't do that because HE even said you can't see HIS face and live, and that mountain wasn't the place to die. It was beautiful though, and I got to see it with HIM. Coming down from the mountain back to base is always harder, climbing up kills your legs, but when you climb down you actually have to look down and then you realize that if you slip you will die. But the view is worth it, even if you have to slide half the way down. It's quiet up there it's easier to hear HIS voice. HE always seems to speak loudest on the mountains or in the desert, Maybe because it's quiet, it's hard to be a person in those places, it's easier to be a snake, or a goat, or just another one of the rambling ghosts that live in that world. But they don't speak because they have no need to. The dead keep their peace, and why shouldn't they? They know what you don't, but you have what they lack, it's a trade and one that they are willing to keep. The mountains keep me strong.