Grey Fortress Poem by Leanne Brigoli

Through time I sat in stillness
My ramparts are fortified, nothing alike
Vieled with vines, bushes, and trees
I'm enshrouded by Your mystical mist

High in the mountains, I waited and see
Oh how the unseeing did not perceive
Even the wanderer was not attuned
And the sightless pilgrim missed the very thing

Through time I still sat in stillness
My tower remained silent and unwavering
Truly sturdy, highest, and sacred
I stand tall to protect what's below

High in the mountains, I waited and see
No one dared yet to pursue
Just keep me hidden, cloaked by Your presence
So lost that only fire-hearted gets even

I am not for mere attention
I was created for divine position
Only those who dare to search
Will truly know what's divine and precious

I am not for fainthearted
I was hidden for His glory
And only him who dares to transcend
to the beauty behold, he cannot contend

I am here—still, hidden, and waiting
A secret place God has vieled
I'll wait for you who dares to seek
To find himself what God has concealed

I long to know you day by day
I long to see you day by day
To know your steps and watch you stay
A vessel of beauty, a safe haven to lay