The Pinnacle

Surfeit of stalagmites barring, hampering my way Clouds descending from heavenly heights Obscuring my outlook in the rarified air Mount Certes challenged all my senses Aching muscles, pounding heart, gasping intakes of breath But for all that I felt elated, ecstatically elated My soul craved for such a challenge an achievement made I hesitated pondering whether to rest for sustenance Or carry on unreservedly whilst still light enough to see There were mountain caves inhabited by Franciscan monks Many mystics through the ages marvelled at Certes enlightenment Mount Certes was inaccessible by the seaward side Sheer chalk cliffs had disintegrated battered by stormy seas Atop the mountain was the Pinnacle chapel Once offerings had been made on the site to the Greek Gods Recent excavations had uncovered many artifacts Venerable was whispered by town folk below Whenever the mystics descended for the yearly penitents offerings Was I strong enough to reach the Pinnacle? My unswerving faith would ensure Though my unfit body would be a daunting problem Recently I had decided to reassess my whole lifestyle I wanted to be reborn in my values and jaundiced outlook on life Washed clean, inviolate new goals and to be strengthened spiritually God would surely forgive my introspective selfish ways Confess and your sins shall be forgive you Professed to have been spoken about by the disciple Peter coming directly from the lips of Jesus himself I was a sinner, still am, until I reach the Pinnacle of perfection.