Going on the Mountain

I’m going, I’m going on the mountain for my soul

I’ll take this stone and with my shoulder roll

I can see where I have got to go

I’m climbing, climbing on the mountain of my love

All the wonder that a life is ever made of

I can see it now that push has come to shove

Nothing here is certain in this world below

I will arise now and go

I’m knowing, there’s coolness there where I can finally stop

This restlessness of looking for the top

And the endlessness of knowing what I’m not

I’m wondering, wonder if there finally is a cross

For sheltering the poor man and the boss

And the fearful ones who cannot get across