Poem: “The Mountains Tremble”

The Mountains Tremble

How many useless words and few:
The loving prophet and the fool,
For one the Father that He knew
And for the other useless tools

A fool is like a winter rain
That rises up before it sinks
With clouds of gray prophetic pain
Profound as death before he thinks

No one sees the face of God:
The fool contrived his little sun,
He struck it with a shepherd’s rod
And made the sheep of atoms run

They scattered up and scattered down,
Above the seas and mountains ran;
Let not the shores and islands drown,
The mountains tremble as they stand

There was another on a hill
That rose above Jerusalem:
I come to do my Father’s will
And as for these I weep for them

April 2, 2011

Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."