Mountain of the Holy Cross, Colorado – NARA – 517691 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I sit alone and feel the prod; a call to go to prayer

By force my legs regain their place and transport me to there.

Then kneeling, bowed, position gained, invisible comes clear.

And as I speak, though neither moves, yet one of us draws near.

What happens in this tense-peace time Is more than can be told.

His love, though overwhelming, there’s shaking in my soul.

I miss the times I cried so deep; that sobbing unrestrained.

His presence softly tells me, my heart’s not yet unchained.

The time between a foolish step to where I want to be,

Is like a climb from down below to far above the sea.

That dim soft light which capped the Mount, and to which I draw near,

Is brighter, brighter, brighter yet as my steps I repair.

The promise is, “You’ll gain that ground you sweetly long for now.”

And tagged to that is His command to set my hand to plow.

And so the dance of yesterday is danced yet once again.

I’ve been there once, some other day, I’m sure I can attain.

He’s just so lovely, kind, and wise. The draw cannot be stopped.

So to that light my feet will walk until that Mount is topped.