It is on Tabor that I first fell in love.
There did I behold my Lover, radiant and ruddy.
And when I fall to my face in shame,
unworthy to bask in those rays,
You touch my chin.
I lift my gaze.
And I can see nobody but You.
It is a love so effortless,
when I let it be so.
I need not even think of where is Your love.
When I cry, it is in Gethsemane.
When I laugh, it is in Cana.
There is no part of my life outside of our love.
It is a love meant for the world to see.
It cannot be kept secret.
And so I left the mountain,
because the mountain is not my love.
My Love is You, and You have asked
to make my heart a Mt. Tabor,
so others may fall in love.