I saw the mountain rising high
Thrusting her head into the sky
Pushing thru the clouds, gray and white,
Reching, thrusting far out of sight -
Great snowy peaks, both brave and bold,
Breathlessly new, eternally old,
Calling my soul forth from me
Calling my heart - "O, come, be free!"
Lifting my soul on cold air, rare,
Upward to God - I know He's there,
Beyond this life, beyond the grave,
Higher and higher, on Love's pure wave.
Behold the mountain for which I yearn
Behold its beauty - let me return
And thurst my head when hoary white
Up thru the clouds to find God's light.
(Feb 1, 1979)