Up On the Mountain

It is a curious tree of paths we take to justify the place we are, the bold and sacrificial leap to insecurity-- one step to left or right to override our common quest for righteousness, for unknown breathless wonder far ahead. Higher on the climb, the codicils to all the monuments of history, bravura songs of loyalty that we were taught amid the hands on hearts, the festive manifests we sang before the home team flashed upon the scene. Looking down, we never knew that we were lost before the game began... that we were fed upon decay, the victors' bounty measured in its septic glory only at the birth of consciousness...too late, too late to claim the prize beyond a price called love. At the height, the branches will dissemble, tremble at the tentative alighting of the dove. They are tender infants, prone to alarm beneath the laurels of success. And it is not for us to know their sheer audacity to grow beyond the riches of the earth into the skies of peace. ~