Pinnacle

Who am I, that I should stand here, and see this?

Why am I able to behold such beauty?

What is it in me that feels this so deeply?

Why do I want to run swiftly along these ridges,

like one with winged feet?

I only know that it hurts to breathe

when I am confronted with such a thought as this.

My inner part cries out with my arms stretched high.

Wonder just is not good enough a word,

I need another,

My life is gifted to me,

I am receiving it and giving it now,

on the pinnacle of hope,

following the high places,

This is all I know to do,

Forgive me if I seem distracted,

I am called to this.

tony gilotte