The tears came somewhere in the middle of Jeff Buckley’s Hallelujah when the snow-capped peaks came out of the sky to stand in front of us. Majestic power and strength all mighty. THIS LIFE summoned; it gripped my chest and captured by breath until I gasped sweet release on the exhale. Tears percolated and brimmed in the same instant. Gently held pools of holy water reflecting revelation that I cannot harm this life. Majestic mountains will stand for eternity; I am irrelevant in the shadow of their jagged peaks. And this is my release, my permission to exhale. “Love is not a victory march; it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.”
