Across the Gorge

All yours, God said, eyes sweeping Over an expanse of lush greenery across A wide, deep gorge. A rolling carpet Of lotus and daffodils in the shade Of hillocks--juts of jumbled winking rocks. All mine! ... Across this gorge! I mumbled. How? ... I should need some help! Reason said, I can't help. Wisdom said, Neither can I. Eyes squinted. I won't dare. My heart throbbed, set on the rocks, The treasures beneath the hills, The lush garden sunning fresh bloom. The gorge! The wide, deep gorge! I must possess the land. Yes ... I must. Then, faith whispered, I will help you. I jerked. My eyes bulged. How? ... Grasp the rope! A swing takes you there. The rope! A swing! ... Grasp the rope! Faith smiled. Yes ... His word.