On This Mountain

When the pain broke me but I kept on,
When keeping on crushed me but I climbed on,
When climbing on burned my lungs but I breathed on:
Then the light seeped through the cracks of my blindness
And changed what I thought I knew.

Only on this burning mountain could I see ---
And say --- what I saw without even trying,
Which changed everything around me --- even me,
And the empty spaces,
And the seeping light,
And that smallest thing I’d seen and said.

Only looking down from this burning mountain
Could I see, and say: Peace really is like a river 
And love is the answer to something 
And my theory of everything is correct. 

And that theory is this:
Tears may hurt or not but they always dry up.