Mount Athanasios

Ever had a dream that felt like a vision where you embarking a journey only to, upon waking, still feel it vividly and wonder if it meant something?

I am one. Alone I trekked.

I ran up the mountain.

A pack and a map I had.

It was high and the air thin.

Around it was skinny trees.

Reaching in, I found my ring.

Hands holding a heart with a crown.

As I set it on, I looked up.

The cry of a Eagle shook me.

I cried out at the peak.

My voice echoed like glass.

Feet planted, my arms outstretched.

Above me I looked with hunger.

“Hear me now!” I begged.

A swoop later, the Eagle cried.

At my feet he sat a three leaf clover.

And a Iris with knotweed.

I gathered them to me.

Each one I admired.

As tears trailed down, I saw the sun.

Its warmth touched my face.

I sat down, cross legged.

The sky grew blue as sapphires.

And clouds frolicked by.

Cold though it was, I smiled.

As I stood, night approached.

I made my way back down.

One step at a time.

When I looked back...

There were two sets of footprints.

Author's Note

"Ran up the mountain" my eluding to trying to run from the past I've been through. And finding at the peak the climax of where I am and where I want to go.

"Pack and map" references to both the lessons learned from my family and the map being where God is directing me.

"The Ring" my promise ring that I ignored once and now am wearing it again.

"Three Leaf Clover" both for part of my heritage being Irish and because it eludes to the father, son and holy ghost.

"The sun" I once felt like I lived in darkness but now I am following god's path and feel the light literally on me.

"Cold" Life has it ups and downs. Even though I feel down and cold sometimes I can still see God and still find my smile.

"Way Back Down" Finding a way through healing, one step at a time to resolve my past and come out stronger and different than I was before as I choose a new path with God.

I hope you find something special in this poem and that it brings you something in your own travels.