R. K. Hart
Mountain Top - Poem by R. K. Hart
I went to the highest mountaintop to look around,
I climbed over moss and snow to hear the silent sound.
This world can be so full noisy clamor,
Amongst this clamor, I reached for succor and valor.
I searched many an hour from my mountain top perch,
For truth under blade of grass and shrub, I did vainly search.
Truth comes with great difficultly to so many in this world,
It has become that thing upon the dung heap hurled.
I sat viewing green valley and mount snow capped,
I’ve longed to find light in a world where none is trapped.
This world to my distress lacks the passion for light,
It has vanished, as a magician would conjure hand slight.
From craggy seat into the green valley, I saw a whitened church,
Memories long forgotten, memories gave hope to my search.
Jesus my Lord is the way, the truth and the light of the earth,
I will, you must remember this to give your day worth.
R. K. Hart 28/11/2013
Poet's Notes about The Poem
But there is hope this world has been given a chance to repent.
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