I stood clothed in gold and knowledge
On top of everything
But on my mountain
Felt the chill
Of loneliness
Not even the breath of God.
Voices below laughed and played
But, I reasoned,
They were less that one
Who could stand
Alone
The Spirit danced in the valley.
I stood on
And one day even believed
The cold winds
To be God
The happy voices
To be the enemy,
And when it rained
I failed to understand
God's tears for me.
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