Hebrews 12:18-24 (RSV)
     For you have not come to what may be touched, a blazing fire, and darkness, and gloom, and a tempest, and the sound of a trumpet, and a voice whose words made the hearers entreat that no further messages be spoken to them. For they could not endure the order that was given, “If even a beast touches the mountain, it shall be stoned.”  Indeed, so terrifying was the sight that Moses said, “I tremble with fear.” But you have come to Mount Zion and to the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to innumerable angels in festal gathering, and to the assembly of the first-born who are enrolled in heaven, and to a judge who is God of all, and to the spirits of just men made perfect, and to Jesus, the mediator of a new covenant, and to the sprinkled blood that speaks more graciously than the blood of Abel.
I found myself upon a mountain, quaking –
  was it I, was it the earth beneath my tired feet?
I heard a roaring – was it lions? Yes, it must be.
  Long had lions prowled my heart’s den,
  breathing accusations through every pacing day.
Nearly blind was I in muffling shadow of the Law,
  the ceaseless overcast condition of my soul.
A fire, too – I had known the scorch of wilderness,
  the wildfire of temptation, the searing welts of sin,
  and shrank from such a burning as I knew would
  have to come
     if God were just.
A trumpet, tuning up, shrill with holiness, announced
   my arrival at the Mount of Judgment.
I raised my eyes…Oh Jesus, can it be?  Zion?
   the Everest of mercy?
The quaking – now I see: even throne rooms shake
   when saintly feet get dancing to a trumpet jubilee!
The roaring?  Angel party-goers shouting holy thank-yous
   to our Host.
The fire – a hearth to warm my coming,
The shadow? The shade of your right hand, oh Precious Christ,
   whose blood has bought
   and brought me home……
I turned to see a Lion
   and behold, the Lamb.
Copyright: Betsey Mulloy