Fall; face down fear.
Fingers planted, gripping mountain top.
Holding to life.
Eye’s blown by light; blinding mystery.
Fighting for breath.
Truth and hist’ry: descend to listen.
Shining sun bright; speaking peace to me.
A moment passed.
Voice of power, heard and understood?
It will be known.
Still holding on to see that beauty
To know that joy
To feel that warmth, again burning bright
To be assured:
I saw and fell. And still I arise.