The mountain

The mountain

I fly to the highest mountain

to find shelter from the storms

here below

where by subtleties of the tongue

some endeavour to mislead

the simple minded, 

and those who caught up

with the frailties of human nature

fear death as an end to life

not knowing that it is but a transition

from the mundane to the divine.

Up within the heights of faith

I dwell within the contemplation

of Love

which raises me ever closer

to that moist image in His eyes

which is somewhat I

but mostly Him

where the storms of earth

are far below

and the sounds of chaos

retreat into silence

then to be 

to abide in Peace.

There will be a time

in which I will no longer mingle my shoulders

among the crowds

and my ears no longer suffer chaos

brought about by babble.

There will be a time

in which that which has been given

will be taken away

as with such movement

no longer will the ways of man

wrestle peace from the soul...

a certain sound, I sense

such as a murmur of waters

flowing softly

high among the mountain's peak

ends my fears

soothes my wounds

and the wings of the Dove

calm my heart and breath;

then, I, moved by Love,

have become Love.