Sunny Hilltops

When would I finally reach

That lovely sunny hilltop?

Where does my Savior await me?

Flowers bloom and children laugh.

A wise spirit and an ancient staff.

I long for and cry for

That lovely sunny hilltop.

I wish that’s where I'll be.

My sisters and brothers

And uncles and aunts

Question and poke.

They joke and they laugh at my “ridiculous” ideals.

Oh, please, just let me be!

I say with anger as the skeptic laughs with glee.

“That sunny hilltop? You will never reach it!

It doesn’t exist, it never did.”

Stop! I would’ve shouted. But then I yet thought

That sunny hilltop, why’d I waste my time?

I am just another fish in a school of thousands,

In a pathetic race of life.

Love in Him is nothing but a hook in our mouths. A sweet salvation but only for a while.

Fine.

I will leave. Perhaps, it was a fraud.

Death is death and life is life.

I thought with a heart of strife.

But then, an old woman, with her scarf of bright colors

Her graying flaxen hair, eyes of lapis lazuli

And smile with teeth galore

Told me something short but true.

Passed down through the eons,

From ancient moons and stars.

Back when Hittites used to roam.

When an old and courageous prophet said to “let his people go”.

When wise monks lived in temples and served with hope and might.

When Egyptians built pyramids pointing to the sky.