The Mountain Range Looks Nobly Down Poem by Bernard Kennedy

I was struck by the headline of the famous actor
speaking personally- ' I wish I could believe,
that I will meet him again in a place called
paradise'.
I was not struck physically, I mean that
as metaphor,
analogic discourse,
symbolically,
parabolic.
Trying to emphasise what is inherent to knowing,
like a scientist with an initial theory,
a gardener, who plods around his garden,
in wellingtons planting for spring,
The mountaineer at base camp,
or better still, the mother getting
the country bus to visit her son
in a Dublin prison thrice weekly,
the fathers tears holding his son for baptism,
like Joseph and the Saviour.
Structure and proof, and courts of
law are human things, racheted by opinion,
custom and practice, headlines.
Loving is a different thing,
like grace.
We lift up our eyes,
to the mountains,
Horeb, Sinai, the Calvary Hill,
the Sugar loaf and wishing
to climb, the view is widened out.
The Mountains looking nobly down,
lift up the view and wishing, faith,
achieve the bond of climbing.