ON THE MOUNTAIN
I am on the mountain.
Looking down.
I am just above and behind Him,
looking over his shoulder down the slope.
Below Him as far as I can see,
down into the valley and on the up slope I see faces.
Faces with wide open eyes watching
and listening to every word spoken.
As understanding of the words
pierces the minds and hearts of this multitude,
the faces begin to change,
from a look if intensity and concentration,
to a look of peace and happiness.
A visible look and feeling of joy.
There is nothing visible of the ground
that these people are standing on.
Only the occasional tree
and even here each branch is straining
under the weight of those within.
A multitude of people,
a sea of humanity.
And nothing else,
other than His words.
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