Here I will sit feelingly unmoving
at the base of this mountain
Where a heroic being
a messenger of furious righteousness
dwells above on a perilous post
and also in my heart
Shy in love and mustn't be startled
I try my best to be quiet, modest
He's pacing about with such concentration
Never knowing what's down below
Joyous bubbles of my devotion
to all the heroic notions
Rise above on wings of change that
catch him from the
ledge where he hangs
I sit here so long, not longing to move on
Long enough to become part of
the mountain's very foundation
A pillar, protector,
as directed by the Great Erector
The One who moves the
sun and all the stars
The many hearts' architecture
