A couple of weeks ago, I climbed Lion's Head, on the north west side of Table Mountain with a few friends. Climbing up that conical shaped mountain seems to always cause me to contemplate life and nature - it's something to do with having a massive rock on one side of you and on the other a steep drop and glorious views over an expansive city. And so shaped by nature this city is. It's also something to do with the expending of intense energy that clears the mind of the everyday clutter of thoughts and brings the mind's focus towards one place - the top. It was a busy morning and I was struck by the desire of so many to reach the top of this peak - for what? Perhaps a nice breakfast and a well deserved rest; but something else. An innate desire to find the top; to be bigger and higher; to be humbled by the vastness of the earth and the sea; to be engulfed by nature, drawn upwards to meet our own maker, and Architect.
For now though I am relfecting on what defies the work of my hands, and my mind. I'm closer to heaven than the Burj Khalifa.
What makes this mountain hard to climb,
but the summit-reach a moment sublime?
Gravity our earthly guile
gone for a moment yet back in a while….
My frame so small, its cavernous eye
looming from the peaks, and I
am wondering why
it seemed so great the fear took hold,
but I held its hand and it made me bold.
Gravity, it holds us in,
hope rising between the cracks of the world
it moulds us in.
Why the sky I see, a limitless expanse,
that only my thoughts would dare romance
…that earthly thing, and live in the wind of an eagle’s wing!
When all else seems to tremble only God overcomes
Copyright Mary Anne Constable (Source: maryannesong.com)