I stood on a high mountain.
I looked deep into the past,
But I could not discern a clear image,
For it was too distant.
So I looked the other way,
As far as I could into the future.
It was too far away, too,
And everything was fuzzy.

So I looked up.
The sun was right above my head.
It shone down on me in all its noonday strength.
I closed my eyes so I could see it better.
And as I did,
I felt the song of creation beam down
Upon the soft spot in my infant head.
It gave me great hope and light
To the very core of my soul.

-jenn