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The Stairway

I find myself standing in the middle of a stairway spiraling ever so perfectly I can go either way As I look downward I face an abyss but looking upward I am drawn to the mist I stop for a moment to ponder this staircase that's winding with amazement and wonder and again I start climbing The more that I climb the more the stairs wind up to Heaven's gates where my destiny awaits Some steps are missing others cracked and worn but at the end of this stairway I will get my reward So as I keep climbing each step made with love eventually I will get there up to Heaven above

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 4/27/2009 8:32:00 PM
Very descriptive. The philosophy that life isn't a straight assent is a good metaphor. I enjoyed reading.
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