Friday, May 26, 2017

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.

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