by Jeff Barclay
M T. B A K E R
Bathed in light from bottom to top Dark shadows at her feet Looking so majestic With a cloud hat on her peak Volcanic, snow covered, beautiful Mighty, rugged, bold Famous, western, picturesque, Sacred, precipitous, and old She has been here many years And will be for many more Touched by mother nature’s hand Near a place where eagles soar Sunlit by day and bathed in the moon’s glow by night, the majestic snow capped volcanic peak of Mt. Baker towers over the surrounding foothills that lead to the Washington Cascade range. Ash from her eruptions so many years ago has produced wonderfully rich soil for the farms in the area. Melting snow from her glacier feeds the three forks of the Nooksack River which provides water to those farms. Created by fiery explosions of molten rock she has been quiet now for many years. However, the steam that continues to vent near her peak is a reminder that she could come to life at any time. Except when bathed in clouds, I gaze upon this beautiful mountain almost every day celebrating her existence in my part of the world. She is a daily reminder of the glorious creations God has put before us.
8FAITH | MON AG A ZEVERY INE NAM E CORNER
