The View From Up Here

Top of the mountain, blinding
sun, grass bright green:
flower meadow
and on the high peaks:  snow

the heart bursts with the
beauty - the clean cold fresh
air, the fragrance up here,
warm companion to hold the hand -

how can you not love
to arrive in such a land -
to know real joy despite
the climb and all the effort claimed

from here I can see the gates
of heaven, and the bright
angel guards who wait for us -
the golden city within, the very
courts of God.

This is manna and all the
wealth one can hold 
in heart and eyes.  See the
golden eagle soar!  Hear its soulful cry!

Touch the crystal air!  Taste
the healing that is here.  The
past, the future converge in this
high crossing point:  my compass

got me here from the deepest
gorge at the world's base -
smell the lightning, let it
anoint your brow, efface
all sorrow:  take the crown
and sceptre, take up

the throne - it is yours now
and is hard won.

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