Holy Mountain Poem by Bernard Kennedy
Holy Mountain
It seems surmountable, though draws you
as if a test, past then now, on ground.
And upwards, taking time,
alone or with others,
the ground below recedes,
a higher view, comes onto
scene and later, however high,
you made it.
Unlike Sisyphus, whose inner thrust
was repetition joy,
you look below,
and sense a perspective seen now.
it could be Sinai, Tabor, or Ben Bulbin.
A mountain top draws clarity.
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