DIZZYING HEIGHTS

BY 

Laura Lee Christian

Rising mountain peaks
white clouds drifting by
reflecting the sunlight
the shadows of the clouds
move by in graceful patterns,
the top of the mountain
is creviced in delightful patterns,
down below in the valley
the water takes its life giving streams
to others seemingly quietly,
and God is so still
in the stillness of his creation.
The slopes of the mountain
are powdered with snow
and smaller, lesser peaks
rise up in splendor
also to shout the glories
of their God.
As the sun hits the whitened slopes
they glisten and glitter
and below the evergreens
without number
thickly fill each nook and cranny
above, the blue sky, deep and measureless
covers all with a calm peace
tiny fleecy clouds hover over
the higest peaks.
Some of the mountain
has rounded tops
as if a potter had skillfully rounded it
with his hands
mists are rising up some of the
innermost curves of the mountainside
the steep sides seem to defy the
laws of gravity
unseen deer quietly graze
on the friendly parts of the mountain
and maybe some mountain goats
are braving the daring heights.
The great power that lifted up
these mountains
still works beneath its depths.
Its work, as slow as an eternity
but beautiful in the present,
waits with infinite patience
for its work to take form.
And we, seeing it so long a time after
wonder at its majesty,
and at the majesty of their creator
that could have thought of such a plan.
It is to you, oh God
that we owe our allegiance
our deep and heartfelt loyalty
our eternal faithfulness
as you have been faithful to us
in reaching down from your dizzying heights
into the humility of our lives
by becoming one of us
to take us up to your heights
and into your arms.

