Saturday, January 3, 2009

Song of Ascents

© January 3, 2009 by Norman Stolpe

Watch my feet
so I don't stumble,
or watch the peaks
and touch the thrill?

Journeying toward a lifted heart,
I step over decaying logs -
depression threatening to distract
my vision from my pilgrim goal.

I lift my voice into the wind,
singing with leaf and peak and light.
Joy, a soaring, screaming falcon
rides to the buoyant thermals' height.

My elated hands are lifting
- within, between - substantial peace.
My benediction broadcasting
from holy place to holy space.

With lifted hands and eyes and voice,
the elevation of my heart
snuggles into divine embrace -
depths of pilgrimage complete.


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