Poem January 5, 1981 Issue

This morning's demand

BEVERLY JEAN McCREARY

Mentally make it to the mountaintop.
How to arrive:
Four-wheel drive?
Gently drift in slow chairlift?
Or be dropped calmly from way up high
out of helicopter buzzing by?
Now listen. There's more to this than just a transport system.

My hike (including leaping and some crawling!) begins only
when I see Soul-source as all. Then the joyous trek—
seen in clear perspective—makes me prove:
it isn't I but the mount that's got to move.

With mini-mustard-grain-gauged faith
I know the only power, God, is All...
so I can't fall off precipice that never was
nor climb back up a mound of nothingness.

Just for today I've made it to that mountaintop,
and happily have found I stand, dominion-gowned,
on level ground.

BEVERLY JEAN McCREARY

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