On The Top Of The Misty Mountains Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

On the top of the misty mountains
I sat in utter peace and inner joy.
I pierced through the skies
to see heavenly beings coming down.
I waited and waited in the morning
till the day came to bow down
in myriad colors and sprinkled
in my heart and on my body
the sense of the joy of the colors.

I had a longing never to climb down
and to sit there day and night
to watch every dawn and dusk.

I am sure, on one fine mystical moment
God will come down from the heavens
to show his benevolent face
to this yearning heart.
God, don't you know that
I have such a longing for you