This is not so much a poem as a reaction, words to the experience I had while visiting the mountains of Meteora. You can see this site in the pictures Alastair has taken above or in the Movie “For Your Eyes Only”, staring Roger Moore.
This was one of the places on our educational tour in Greece where Apostle Paul did not go. However…007 did!
The Rocks cry out
Mountains
Rising up like fingers
Like ships run aground
Rocks crying out
How awesome is our God!
Monasteries precariously
Clinging to the cliffs edge
Men seeking a higher place
Seeking God
Who formed the very rocks
they balance on
Each rock formation
Standing on its own.
Isolated
like the monks
Who live in their caves
Yet, standing together
like a great wall.
A wide expanse of mountains
Contrasted with a small
dark rooms of incense.
Incense too think to breathe freely
saints painted on walls
speaking loudly
voices
voices
voices
of the past
no rest for my spirit
simplicity lost.
Icons with closed lips
Their lives have testified
all has been said
“asleep but not dead”
Wake up!
Wake up and step outside
See the Rock on which you
Have built your shelter.
The rock from which you were cut
Breath in the
Fresh mountain air
Hear creation testifying
He Lives
He lives
He Lives!
Leave the small dark rooms
Leave your caves
See the Light of day
See the Glory of the Lord
It’s outside your window
For the whosoever
For you
For me
For the whole world to see.
I’ve heard the rocks cry out!
How awesome is our God!
cjb
The Rocks cry out
Mountains
Rising up like fingers
Like ships run aground
Rocks crying out
How awesome is our God!
Monasteries precariously
Clinging to the cliffs edge
Men seeking a higher place
Seeking God
Who formed the very rocks
they balance on
Each rock formation
Standing on its own.
Isolated
like the monks
Who live in their caves
Yet, standing together
like a great wall.
A wide expanse of mountains
Contrasted with a small
dark rooms of incense.
Incense too think to breathe freely
saints painted on walls
speaking loudly
voices
voices
voices
of the past
no rest for my spirit
simplicity lost.
Icons with closed lips
Their lives have testified
all has been said
“asleep but not dead”
Wake up!
Wake up and step outside
See the Rock on which you
Have built your shelter.
The rock from which you were cut
Breath in the
Fresh mountain air
Hear creation testifying
He Lives
He lives
He Lives!
Leave the small dark rooms
Leave your caves
See the Light of day
See the Glory of the Lord
It’s outside your window
For the whosoever
For you
For me
For the whole world to see.
I’ve heard the rocks cry out!
How awesome is our God!
cjb
