Mt. Whitney, CA

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You singing peak!

What manner of creation are you,

To lift your head so high?

What achievement is it,

To pierce the sky?

You singing peak!

You crown yourself with golden glory,

Then wrap yourself in misty shroud.

When you withdraw, does the Holy Spirit

Rest upon your gleaming flank,

Seeking your secret crevasses,

Your hidden springs,

Your vital soul,

Causing your to blaze forth in new glory?

You singing peak!

You beckoned me forth

To lay foot and hand

Caressingly upon your granite body

And lift myself

To your sky-piercing summit.

Then, your spirit reached into me

And shook my soul,

You singing peak,

Much as the hand of God

Must have shaken you.

You singing peak!

Did you mean to lift me up

And hand me to God?

Vogelsang

June 26, 1977