ode to sicilian mountains

Like death, they were, in purple majesty,
Persistent to waken the life in me;
Burn a flame I would wish to snuff,
Open a secret I would wish to hush.
I shriek inside, the loneliness unsettles me;
Can’t close my eyes, those windows to my heart, revealing me.

Oh, the vastness of God, complex in wonder!
Oh, the power to behold, disturbing glory!
Oh, how lost I feel, swallowed in this splendour.

Like death, they were, in purple majesty,
Persistent to waken the life in me;
Standing before them I feel so exposed.
Desolate for miles, nothing here grows.
I’m glad to be just passing by,
“Don’t want to face God here,” I sigh.