What is this mountain so large in my sight?
At the sight of you I have no strength to climb.
Confused and in despair I stand and stare.
Out of my feeble lips come: “Lord help me”.
I’ve been torn and battered for donkey years.
Yet more difficulties pierce me like a spear.
The pressures of life brought me to my knees.
I have known great grief and hunger and shame.
This feeble life of mine was only spared
Among all that I’ve lost in recent years.
O you mountain, why do you block my way?
How much are my chances to cling to life?
What are you, this fire, ravenous and fierce?
I can feel your heat from many miles far.
You come from behind with such reckless speed
As both my knees now fail from loss of strength.
A short while ago I was on death’s bed.
The beating of my life left me for dead.
But here am I again with life in me
And enemies set to barbecue me.
Is this the cost of carrying my cross?
Are these the perils when you leave the world?
Are these the tribulations saints must face?
Are these His sufferings I have come to share?
I have spoken only all that is true:
For through His death Jesus disarmed them all.
I have lived only by love, faith and hope:
Treating everyone with the love of Christ.
I have seen the Son of Man lifted high
I have walked the paths angels fear to tread
I have seen the promise far at the end
I have loved His Body, His Glorious Church.
Come now all you foes: death, hell and the grave
My body now dies yet I am made new
I have lost all things, some dear, some common
Yet I’m more than a conqueror through Christ.
In this dilemma of mountain and fire,
Like all days passed, Lord be my strength.
Let this day testify: You won my case.
Take all, I come to see You Face to face.
-E. Luminous Aghosa.