Poem April 18, 1964 Issue

THE MOUNT

Pearl Strachan Hurd

The higher he climbed, the more alone
the Son of man whose thoughts his own.
Then upward farther yet until
above the world on that high hill
he met with prophets long since gone,
met as contemporary one,
in vast dimension not of years
and atmosphere beyond all fears
preparing for the time to stand
revealed among them close at hand
though, doors shut, none went out or in,
and they saw him—
still intact).
Eyes thus wide-opened never again
could be deceived by "now" or "then."
Historic record tells how three
saw, on the mount, as we must see,
the fact.