In the mountain
Darkness was never to bleak.
Whiteness was never to blinding.
Boulders were never to steep.
Alas, through the crevices angel wings protruding.
Oh – The imense void of silence,
Taking our sandals off was never to holy.
In the darkness a newborn cries out,:
"I Am that I Am".
Copyright (c) 2012 Alain Gracio All rights reserved
Cheers,
Dan
I will focus on the awesome holiness of the ending, "In the darkness a newborn cries out, I Am that I Am." Amen.
Connie
budd