Cathedral Peak, Yosemite National Park

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Foot weary, soul happy, I rest

Under granite crest,

Like a castle in the west.

God washes my feet

In the shadow of the Cathedral,

Reaching high enough for God to find a seat.

Sit down, God,

Rest with me awhile.

We have no need to speak just yet.

Just nod, and smile.

This is a happy place,

Enough space,

Enough light,

Enough meadow,

Where springs lace the grass.

There is a fire in the lake,

Burning as the Christ-fire

Burns in those who make

Their lives close to Christ.

God, who are we that you consent

To bring us to this place, that grew

Cradled in light and life?

Or should we ask, Who are You?

It seems to me

We ask too much who are we

And not enough Who be Thee.

Do you agree?

Or are you forgiving enough

To allow us our petty guff?

Do you lead us into these places

Bathed in light

To give us insight

Into the relationship

Between you and us and the world?

For it is these times that I am hurled

Into consideration

Jubilation

Elation.

I think I have gone soul-happy.

Upper Cathedral Lake

July 8, 1977