I am weak and afraid
I shake with fear
At times when I should
Stand strong, I shiver
When faced with
The cold truths of
Daily life; such
Mountains
To be climbed -
I made it to the top
Only to fall, face-first
Before my God
These truths, questioned
Become the very
Foundations upon
Which to stand
I could stay upon
The mountaintop
Listening for the
Voice of God
Upon the wind;
But I dare not:
Set upon the path
To the river’s shore,
I must return
To the waters
I must respect the
Gift of my own
Desire; the wonder
Of my ability to follow
God’s voice is not
Upon the mountain
It is in the rushing
Waters of the river
© 19 August 11
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