poetry, prose, and other strings of words · 1993 - 2003
The Fire to Which I Climb
Number 132
January 7, 1998
It's so easy
to see
The calamity in front of me
It's so easy to feel—
So easy to hear—
So easy to taste—
Washing over my face;
But still we can climb,
And we shall emerge
And on distant eyries
Our children converge…
For I still have Hope,
Despite all our Fears,
And my prayer shall light
A Fire in front of me;
And my prayer and my dreams
And my sorrows too,
Shall guide our quest
To climb from these depths;
For we have a Hope,
Despite all our Tears,
And our prayers shall light
A Fire in front of us...
And we can climb,
Yes we shall climb…
And my prayer will light
A fire in front of me,
And I will climb,
And I will climb;
Distant source of beauty rests,
And now it's our time,
To complete the tests;
And the fire we stole:
Will lead us on…
Back to Paradise?
Rather into Life.