Hawksbill Mountain

 remember this feeling

engrave it

on your body

let it encode

in your DNA

the smallness you feel 

at the summit, 

the mortality

the fact

that these mountains

came aeons before you

will remain

for aeons after you

this is church, up here

all that your eye can see

has both nothing and everything 

to do with you

the holy spirit in this church

is the wild wind

tearing across the rocky ledges

let it buffet your body

whipping your hair up and around your face,

giving you a veil

know

it could quickly gust, 

blowing you over the edge

feel the tingle of fear and reverence up your spine

this spirit is not the mild breeze 

of a spring day

and there is no humanity up here

your mortality would not register

as even a single heartbeat 

in the timeline of these mountains

sit still

be quiet

feel the wind

lean into the fear

- maybe the wind will catch you, 

maybe it won't-

"Be astonished...

tell about it"

this is the gospel