of mountains and men | 17

 

Point Lenana

The wind flags the faded prayers
No one notices
Except in passing a glance
At the known

Pray only for the unknown
Look across  shrinking glaciers
Huddled in a hut
Alien the Priest of people

Solo climb the line with our eyes
Caress the cold iced cracks
Warm our hands
Feel the anticipation

Lets kneel and bow our heads

 

Chris Jansen

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