What makes this mountain hard to climb,
but the summit-reach a moment sublime?
Gravity our earthly guile
gone for a moment yet back in a while….
My frame so small, its cavernous eye
looming from the peaks, and I
am wondering why
it seemed so great the fear took hold,
but I held its hand and it made me bold.
Gravity, it holds us in,
hope rising between the cracks of the world
it moulds us in
Why the sky I see, a limitless expanse,
that only my thoughts would dare romance
…that earthly thing, and live in the wind of an eagle’s wing!
When all else seems to tremble only God overcomes
Mary Anne Constable
Copyright | 2008
Musings on a climb up Lionshead, Cape Town