Once I sat a-pondering upon a hill not mine own.
I borrowed someone else's mound
To see what they might see.
Or think.
Or feel.
But I did not feel,
Nor think,
Nor see
Anyone's sights, thoughts, or feelings
Other than my very own.
"Methinks", I hushed to myself,
"That there is only One Who has seen all
Thought all
Felt all",
Not only for himself; but for all mankind.
And this is His mound upon which I sit,
Aspiring only to embrace all the world
As He has, is, and ever will.
Picture from Rashan, Kosova, 2006
