This is a short little poem I wrote when I was in the mountains. I had expected the trip to be a spiritually refreshing time, when I could pray, read, and write poetry; but I was frustrated that all the mundane things of the world had followed me, and I couldn’t escape them unless I was very purposeful about it. It’s nearly a sonnet, which is one of my favourite formats.
Somewhere up here there must be,
Surrounded by this majesty,
A way of getting closer to my God.
Heaven’s just a step from here,
In the thinning atmosphere.
Where is the Cornerstone among this sod?
Why, then, do I feel so small,
And so much closer to the fall?
The warm-bloodedness of humanness prevails.
The brazen calling, rough and loud,
The brash bravado of the crowd
Is dragging me straight back into the vales.
I lift my eyes, and try to pray.
So close, and yet so far away.
Original poem by KiWi. Copyright 2017.
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