Come with Me
up the mountain.
It is a request I make
only of My closest friends.
Walk up the mountain
with Me
side by side
to the very top.
And,
when we are there
the only thing
I ask of you
is that you
stay silent;
stay still.
Watch and listen.
Watch and listen
and
you will feel;
you will know
the closeness
of My Father’s presence.
Down in the valley
so many other things
block out
this feeling.
You are troubled and anxious
about many things
but only one thing
matters:
that you know
how much
you are loved;
that you feel
this love
surrounding you;
enveloping you;
empowering you
in your daily living.
Remember too
that it does not always
have to be Me
who invites you.
I want;
I long for
your invitation
to Me
to come with you
up the mountain.
It gladdens My heart
to receive
such invitations
from My children;
from those
whom I know
as friends.
It is not always
an easy journey
to the top.
The way
is sometimes difficult;
dangerous,
but
the rewards
are so great
that it is worth
the struggle.
My child;
My friend
come with Me
now.
c Kathleen Wilks
About the author
Kathleen Wilks
I have been writing poems for a number of years now and many of them have been used as prayers in church services.
Recently I have started to write meditations. These are based on people in the Bible who met with Jesus.
Other meditations are to be read on a more personal level as God speaks to us, collectively or as individuals where we are now.
The meditations can be used in services, in study groups or in private.
I live in York, England, and worship at Holy Trinity Church, Heworth, and St Olave's Church in York.
I work as Property Manager for the Diocese of York in the Church of England.