Mountains:
The search for a higher power. |
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Upon the four corners of the earth,
I have searched for the face of my god.
In the eyes of virgins or the flight of doves,
I still find their imperfections,
No omnipotent voice to guide me,
No parted sea no golden rod.
I climb the highest peak of the world,
To ask heaven for some direction.
Though the way is rough and the path is hard,
With life's desire I am driven.
I struggle the way bloodied and broke,
to death I will find my reason.
I wait to the end to be condemned,
Or maybe perhaps forgiven.
I climb to the top to shout at the sky,
And the cruelty of the season.
My greatest enemy is myself,
Though perilous is the way.
Me against the forces, nature and time,
and gods unending silence.
Only anger and fear may fail me,
To hear what heaven has to say.
I will fight my way above the world,
Through the pain and the violence.
Step by step I make it to the top,
But with despair I fall to my knee.
No sign of my god in sight,
Only the view of the world I have fought.
I scream across the mountain side,
But heaven seems to not hear my plea.
Yet in the return of the echo I see,
Inside are the answers I sought.
God Lives In All Of Us
By Chris W. |
