Coming Down off the Mountain
(a prose poem)
When I was a young woman just out of college,
I climbed a mountain to be with God because
I thought that was how you did it. I stood between
a brook and a waterfall, listening and speaking,
and I heard birds and silence and water and wind
and sometimes a logger’s truck. And then the
young man whom I had left came to me there
and loved me and this, I now realize, is one of
the ways the Divine can be with us. He invited me
down off the mountain, and at the time I thought
away from God, but now I realize he invited me
down off the mountain and into God. And this life
we are living we are living in God, although the
young man would have used the words mystery
or unknown. With these confessions I don’t mean
to blaspheme but to offer a revelry of humble
thanksgiving and praise and to say how one’s whole
and holy life can be so altered by the sweetness of
a kiss, yet sanctified: moved from a way of climbing
to one of love rippling out beyond the edges of words,
beyond the edges of the world.
~Ingrid from WHAT HOLDS US
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