On The Mount

What did I see on that Mountian?
I don't know, but I'll tell you truthfuly,
I saw the Heavens and Earth meet.
Mountian Ranges rolling before me,
I felt the Hand of God in the breeze,
as it gently flowed over their crests.
In that same breeze, I heard the voice of God,
Telling me that I'm important, 
And She will never leave me.
As She laid out her art before my eyes.
I saw the pride of the Red-tailed Hawk,
Ruling the skies as it soared over the endless valleys.  
In that Hawk, I felt total freedom,
Being able to witness such a creature as it cried out.
I tell truly, on that mount, I saw it all,
And no words could even describe it.
So what did I see?
I saw the presence of God.

                                        
                                        October 29, 1997

This is the Original version of the poem, and will stay as is. If you take offense to the wording as you read it, and cannot see past the words, then I cannot help you. I wrote this poem for a reason, to attempt to describe what was laid out before me. It is not meant to be contraversial, but a testiment to the glory I saw in top of Hawk Mountian that day. I will not change it, but hope you can read it as it was meant to, as a work in literary art. If you feel the need to question me more about this poem fell free to e-mail me, I would be happy to answer any of your questions and comments.

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