Up to the mountain again,
where I’ve brought many I’ve loved—
family, a lover, a friend—
but they’ve all gone away.
I called and carried them
up to the mountain—
to the pines that shelter, to the cleansing air,
to the streams singing songs of grace—
but they have not stayed.
What in our nature calls the heart away?
What is it that leads love to betray?
Here I stand now on the mountain—
between earth and air,
between God and my peace—
where my heart is calling and calling,
but no one’s there.
