One Stormy climb
by Anne Margaret de Leon Sacro

We were crowded in the tent
Not a soul would dare to sleep
It was midnight on the mountains
And a storm was on the steep

'Tis a fearful thing in rainy days
To be shattered by the blast
And to hear the rattling branches
Thunder, "Cut away the rest"

So we shuddered in silence
For the mightiest held his breath
While the hungry mind was roaring
And the lanterns talked with death

As we sat there in darkness
Each one busy with his prayer
"We are doomed!" the teamleader shouted
As he staggered to the floor

But his leadman whispered
As he clamped his icy hands
"Isn't God upon the mountains,
Just as on the lands?"

There. We all looked at the young man,
And we spoke in better cheer
And we trekked down into the valley
When the morn was shining clear