LIGHTNING ON THE MOUNTAIN TOP

LIGHTNING ON THE MOUNTAIN TOP

Standing on the thundering alp, 

Drenched in heaven's driving tears 

With bending knees and tingling scalp

My glasses whining in my ears;

 

He's drawn me to this holy place.

Shying from His glorious essence, 

I'm wincing from His gleaming face,

Trembling in His holy presence.

  

Streamers reaching from my heart 

Do not draw the heavens there. 

Though I do my trembling part

Heaven draws and meets my prayer.

This poem was published in the book Take Me To The Garden.

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