Climbing
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CLIMBING
I try to climb the cascading garlands
Over-tossed from unseeable high points.
Oh, there! By a squint of the eye! A random,
Compelling break in the continuum allows
For a hint of the divine and, these delighting
Garlands — braids of faith, no doubt released by
The little hands of the angelic putti,while reciting
Limericks of heaven, and letting sound their soft smiles as they send below their gathered
Strings of blooms. To temp us...No...Direct us on
To further passages for souls praying for a reach
To eternal gates and gardens. There
Our longings are planted and watered by
God-collected tears. So,these are
The garlands of our lives, which we endeavor to
Rise upon again with now stalwart legs, and a full
Addressing of souls — awaiting splendor.
This trying to climb requires a strength
With a softness...only souls may inspire:
The breath to endure.
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(C) Sally Young Eslinger 9/9/20
Copyright © Sally Eslinger | Year Posted 2020
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