The mouse and the hawk

As I ascended onto the high ridge
Peak after peak in a glorious sign
Of God's perfect hand. I, the thought of swoosh
And swing, child of the universe, protected,
Travel beyond the great divide to snow
Deep fields where grapple falls and gale winds blow.
I glory in my honored seat by God.
Then dark sky falls and my coat feels paltry.
The cold wet wind shows home too far away.
Conceit and hubris reveal their faces.
Fear surges too late. I breathe deep the gloom.
Now the time for God's fearsome face to scowl.
As the numbness and drifting start, in shock
I suddenly see the mouse and the hawk.

--- Jer