On Meditation Hill

“On Meditation Hill”

Verse 1
Every week we climb the same small road,
With open hearts and a lighter load,
The city fades, the noise grows still,
As we gather ‘round on Meditation Hill.
A circle forms, no need to pretend,
Strangers arrive, but we leave as friends,
Breathing together, learning to be,
More gentle with you, more honest with me.

Chorus
So thank you, thank you, for holding the light,
For guiding us softly through day and night,
For lessons in stillness, in love, and grace,
For reminding us all: this moment is sacred space.

Verse 2
Pat brings the stories, the courage, the truth,
From wins and losses, from age and youth,
Lessons of presence, of getting back up,
How to empty the mind, how to refill the cup.
Mama Sangha smiles, and the whole world slows,
In her warmth, everybody knows,
You’re seen, you’re welcome, you already belong,
Right here is where your heart grows strong.

Chorus
So thank you, thank you, for holding the light,
For guiding us softly through day and night,
For lessons in stillness, in love, and grace,
For reminding us all: this moment is sacred space.

Bridge
You teach us to listen more than we speak,
To honor the strong and embrace the weak,
To sit with the truth, whatever we find,
And meet every moment with a beginner’s mind.
From laughter to silence, from tears to peace,
You show us how suffering starts to release,
One breath, one step, one compassionate view,
The work is within us—but sparked by you.

Verse 3
We leave with a calm we can carry home,
In traffic, in conflict, when we feel alone,
Your words echo gently when life feels fast,
“Stay here… this breath… let the moment last.”
No fame, no titles, no need for display,
Just humans learning a kinder way,
Together we practice, together we heal,
Making the unseen suddenly real.

Final Chorus
So thank you, thank you, from all who attend,
From beginnings uncertain to journeys that mend,
For sharing your wisdom, your hearts so true,
Meditation Hill is sacred because of you.

Outro
May the peace we find on this quiet hill
Ripple outward, intentional and still,
With gratitude spoken, and gratitude felt,
We bow in our hearts… and ring the bell.