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Monday, December 14, 2015

Atop a High Mountain


ATOP A HIGH MOUNTAIN

I have seen a mountain. It all happened very quickly. No body could bear it
were the soul there for an hour.—Mechthild of Magdeburg,
The Flowing Light of the Godhead

Atop a high mountain
I beheld a river
Not of this earth
But of the sky,

Pure, blue,
Cloudless.
Bending down
To fill a glass bottle,

I saw bubbles
Rising, escaping
The opening
At the bottle top.

I lifted the bottle
To the sun,
Empty.
I tried a second,

Third time,
No water entered.
Glancing at my hand,
Dripping,

Fresh, youthful,
Smooth,
I heard a voice say,
“This water is for healing.

All who drink it
Are refreshed.
All who bathe in it
Are made well.

No one can carry this water
Down the mountain.
All must climb the mountain
To receive this water.”

When the vision vanished,
I felt a delicate thirst,
Fine as dust
Yet all-consuming.

Originally published in The Effects of Grace, Kindle ed., edited by Alice Saunders (Tampa, Florida: TL Publishing Group LLC, December 9, 2015), Kindle eBook, page 23



View atop Mount Pulag, Northern Luzon, Philippines

1 comment:

  1. Photo courtesy of Kelly Austria

    Photo link:

    http://www.kellyaustria.com/2011/01/lowdown-on-climbing-mt-pulag.html

    Gonzalinho

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