Not given to visions

After Isaiah 2:1-5, 4:2

I’m not one given to visions,

comets, falling stars, earthquakes,

or nirvana, but I did see

a mountain, once, a mountain

rising among its fellows, thrusting

its way upward and elbowing others

aside until it was the tallest,

the biggest, the most expansive. Sitting

atop was a temple, with rivers

of people streaming into it. That

was the sum total of my vision,

nothing else until I joined

one of the streams and sang with them:

Empty our hands

fill our hearts

touch our souls

shape our minds

fill our hands with work

Photograph by Kevin Phillips via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.