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. Deafening thunder. 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.