One Less Mountain To Climb
A peak too high to see;
A quiet place,
Where courage lives,
And is sun-kissed before all else.
The first golden light demanding from above:
How hard is hard?
Striving alone? No sight of the end?
For how long does a shadow live?
Doubt’s cold hand squeezes my heart:
Where is my mother?
Where is my father?
They are not here now.
I am but me, a child.
Yet a gentle smile appears,
And a universal mother breathes:
‘I will help you’.
‘I will climb your mountain’.
‘A hundred of my steps and you will eat’
‘A thousand, and you have shoes on your feet’.
My mother would have looked you in the eyes,
To expose her perfect thanks within.
Knowing your fight for breath eases my fight to live;
Your aching feet lighten my aching soul.
We are together you and I;
Strangers stretching for the skies.
The top of your mountain is also the top of mine.
Though you reaching your peak,
I, sun-kissed by your grace,
Have one mountain less to climb.
Copyright © Sarah Heath | Year Posted 2016
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