The Central Andes with the
Peruvian cordillero
Like all great mountains
Keeps me awake until mornings light
For what is most sacred
Comes down from the mountain tops
And is written on the tablets of our hearts
Around the fires of the night
And so it is, and
So it was with Moses on
Mount Horeb and here
Tonight sleeping at the foot of Machu Picchu
If you too had been here you would know
Why I have sworn a covenant with
The God of
The Mountain
That I shall never grant hospitality to fear
That I shall entertain caution but briefly
And I shall always and forever
Open my hearth to the heart
Of the God of the Mountain
