Poem May 5, 1956 Issue

THE HOLY MOUNTAIN

Ray Lewis Leach

The holy mountain calls me
From valley paths of night:
To climb the slopes of purity
Into Love's morning light.

My strength is consecration,
My hope, Truth's dawning day—
Courageous trust, my staff in hand,
Humility, the way.

As mists of error vanish,
The vision grows more clear,
And I will not look back to see
The shadowed groves of fear.

And though oppression threatens
And censure overtakes,
My heart shall watch through wind and stars
Until the sunlight breaks.

The holy mountain calls me
From hostile vales of strife:
To leave earth's lowlands of despair
For pinnacles of Life.

And though the start be lowly,
My journey has begun!
From foothills of simplicity
The height of Mind is won.

Ray Lewis Leach

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