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I'M Over the Hill Again

I'm Over the Hill (Again)

Life's such an adventure, both rise, and descent,
And the people we meet, serve to color the landscape,
Though knowledge is ethereal, failure life's rent.
The soul's end is uncertain, but living escape!

Life's joys and its problems are art that we paint
On rich canvas saints ponder if souls are persisting,
If not, does it serve us to raise a complaint?
But can death claim a victory that's just a sting?

Does reaching hill's bottom serve less than its top?
Aren't both states less an ending and more just a passage?
What journey's begun whose first step is a flop
Or a win where your path does not gain from friend's nudge?

Let me love each journey that God might provide
And then plumb nooks and crannies that cry out for access,
Smear fruit of whatever my muse may decide
Serves the dreams God might have of a pilgrim's success!

Is death one more journey whose end no one's found,
One with rest stops and pitfalls? Though some raise an outcry,
May rainbow, God's promise (when rain pelts the ground)
Be the star my ark steers by till all tears run dry.


Long Tooth
March 15, 2019

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