Standing Before the Mountains
aglow with moonlight mystery
and midnight molten stars.
I move with the mountain’s sway;
my pupils glow in glistening light.
As stars fade to fog draped dawn,
my spent feet ache from dancing.
From the mountain I backpack to
Yad V’Shem, where Israel honors
the Shoah’s heroes and dead.
Behind my eyes,
every weeping picture
reminds me to gather
my prayer’s living threads.
Gentle family and friends surround my ache;
their love could light a third world country,
but all that caring bounces
like pounding summer rains off pavement.
My chest’s so tight that my beating heart
could break my ribs apart.
I’ve arrived from The Wilderness
on a sojourner’s quest.
Now, an older man,
I belong to a congregation
whose arms connect through time.
Old yearnings quake
but today my heart
claims a place,
standing before the mountain.