On The Mountain Top Poem by sharon wildey

I took my broken soul up to the mountain
Channeling Moses
I went to the mountain top
and cried out to God
The ashes of what was my heart rested in my jeans pocket
The bits of self mingled with the scars of my achievements
in my hand
I cried out to God
To send the Angel for me
That I had no desire to live again
Instead God sent the vultures
I saw them from the cliff
Soaring black animals heading for me
They snatched my ashes, my cries and my deep desire
from my hand
They mocked my achievements
Reducing me to ancientness
And then, these great black carrions played in the sky
Throwing bits of my leftovers here and there
While I watched in surprise
For a moment I hated
Hated the vultures, God, the Angel
Then the Angel came
But it was too late
The hatred had passed
The vultures came back for me
To teach me to soar on the winds of life
Without shame
The pure air filling my lungs
I played with them all day
The fields were green
The soil rich with promise
I went to the mountain
To channel Moses
I stayed there
I lived again
The vultures soared and disappeared
Moses smiled
And then I went home