The Low Place

Embarking on a great ascent to meet you in the high place

Hopeful I could snatch lightning and catch a glimpse of your face

Toiling 'til my feet were panged and hands were sore and calloused

I scaled the rocks expecting I'd behold that holy chalice

Once upon the pinnacle I braced for tastes of glory

Took my scents and offerings out to the promontory

Peered around for quite a while yet felt no presence there

Conscious of my solitude I started to despair

Suddenly the earth beneath began to crack and crumble

The cliff gave way so my descent became a frightful tumble

Careening down the jagged slope absorbing painful blows

And more disjointed I became the farther I was thrown

Bracing for the final thrust to send me to my end

I tucked up tight with all my might, hoped fate would spare me then

'Til finally I came to rest abruptly 'pon the ground

Paralyzed and somber I still found no presence 'round.

So I lay a crumpled mess prostrate upon the earth

The hurt so deep I couldn't cry, but languished in my dearth.

Scents of blood and filthiness were all I had to give

Tasting nothing but despair 'twas bitter now to live.

Immobile I reached out with my broken, feeble spirit

Pleads for mercy beckoned, how I hoped that you would hear it

Suddenly you're lying there, I feel your full embrace

In awe after a great descent, you met me in the low place.