The Sage upon a mountaintop,
With wisdom that would never stop,
His teachings were a guiding light,
That shone so far and wide and bright.
With hair as white as fallen snow,
He’d often sit and watch the flow,
Of rivers and the passing clouds,
And offer wisdom to the crowds.
For those who sought to know the way,
He’d point towards the end of day,
And tell of all the path to tread,
To gain the wisdom they had sought instead
His words like honey to the ear,
And peace to those who held them dear,
For in his teachings they could see,
The secrets of eternity.
And though the years have come and gone,
His wisdom still lives on and on,
A guide to those who seek the truth,
The Sage upon the mountain roof.
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I love this poem, Andrew. It conjures up such vivid imagery. I can just see the wise sage sitting on the mountaintop. The picture you’ve used is perfect for the words, too. Great writing.
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Thank you Ellie, that’s a lovely compliment coming from you, your poetry is much admired!
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This poem is a great reminder of the importance of seeking wisdom and guidance from those who have dedicated their lives to understanding the secrets of eternity. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem.
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Thank you for lovely comment !
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Sounds like a modern day prophetic utterance! Keep the wisdom flowing 🙂
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Thank you Tea Rose!
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