Cathredal Peak, Yosemite
Foot weary, soul happy, I rest
Under granite crest,
Like a castle in the west.
God washes my feet
In the shadow of the Cathedral,
Reaching high enough for God to find a seat.
Sit down, God,
Rest with me awhile.
We have no need to speak just yet.
Just nod, and smile.
This is a happy place,
Enough space,
Enough light,
Enough meadow,
Where springs lace the grass.
There is a fire in the lake,
Burning as the Christ-fire
Burns in those who make
Their lives close to Christ.
God, who are we that you consent
To bring us to this place, that grew
Cradled in light and life?
Or should we ask, who are You?
It seems to me
We ask too much who are we
And not enough who be Thee.
Do you agree?
Or are you forgiving enough
To allow us our petty guff?
Do you lead us into these places
Bathed in light
To give us insight
Into the relationship
Between you and us and the world?
For it is these times that I am hurled
Into consideration,
Jubilation,
Elation.
I think I have gone soul-happy.