I begin the descent
from the dazzling glacier.
The virgin snow
shelves from the mountain's
shoulder sharpening
its contour about me.
Down the moraine
precipitate
the granite slabs
shape to my feet.
I look back up
at the white dominion
glittering over me.
What can I lack
when my days are molded
forever in Christ
unshakably?
The granite is grained
like my hand upon it,
but man's being towers
unbreakably
from the rock of Truth.
Caught in the ancient
shock of light
my mountain waits
articulate.
Dominion.
This is God's place.
Hewn of such might,
I move in Christ.
I live within
the rock's embrace.
