The Crux

Upon the hill,
the golden thrill of sun
upon my face

I gaze above,
can there be love beyond
the earth's embrace?

The mind of eye,
as broad as sky at dawn,
I blindly bold

The black abyss
yet more than this I know
I shall behold

There, heaven's gate
much more than fate, I press
and open find

Tis very odd,
For, where is God in this
if not the mind?

Then lo, a voice
that speaks of choice and hope
and there, a ridge

Here thou shalt find,
'tween fact and mind, thy faith
shall act as bridge

And here I faint
For I, no saint, feel fear
that I shall fall

Is life a plan,
or work of man to make
and conquer all?

There, long I dwell
much worse than hell and darkness
where we sleep

But then I choose
to live or lose. I bend,
and boldly leap.