By Emma Galloway Stephens
I look to the hills for peace I crave the climb if not the peak Rocks and roots don’t trouble me nor the nameless rustle under fallen leaves I’ve come to worship with the pine trees mud on my ankles bruises on my knees God was in the garden all along older than the hills Eternal Strong
About the Author
Emma Galloway Stephens is a poet and professor from the Appalachian foothills in South Carolina. Her work has appeared in The Windhover, The Nature of Things, Persephone Magazine, Ekstasis Magazine, Thimble Literary Magazine, and two anthologies.