Poem March 17, 1951 Issue

"HE WENT UP INTO A MOUNTAIN APART"

(Matthew 14:23)

Rita Berman

What is this height from other heights apart
That he ascended whose pure way I seek?
What is this mount he scaled and then descended,
Glorified, meek?

It was no point of worldly intellect,
Towering above the view of common men,
Whose peaks soar high in realms of theory,
In misty ken.

Nor yet the heights of social prominence
Or lofty plateaus of flamboyant fame,
Luring by art or money's siren song
To place and name.

By neither personality nor heritage
Is this hill gained, serene, from sense apart,
Nor by deceptive good in humankind,
But by the single eye, the single heart.

O wondrous height, uncompromising Truth!
Sighting its crown, Mind All-in-all, we kneel,
Joying in radiance of reflected light,
And then descend, to love, to bless, to heal.

Rita Berman

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