The Spirit's Summit

The slopes lie out before me in sharpened fashion. Each precious layer in line with the next; creating jagged edges and cliffs. Soaring high above the falcon sets eyes on me, ready to plunge for the thrill of the hunt. Forbearing clouds bring lift to the wings of my spirit. The skies open up and pour out heavens song. I am lost in this palette of wind and leaves. Take me back to the days where we stood naked among the trees - dancing amongst the rhubarb patches, feet planted firmly in the soil. Spoil not this vague memory echoing throughout time. There once was true peace and unity. Now however, these are to be built in me. I am saved from the clutches of the thorns. Heck, with this new guide; I plot my course straight through the brambles! Set on the summit, my eyes will not lose sight of the vision you have laid on my heart. This small rock will be shaped and chiseled until it is fit to be set upon your altar. The body, living stones, awaken and hear the sound of all creation declaring aloud the voice of the one in the wilderness. Light my path, Yahweh - Your way.