The Climb

I started with a tree
limb for limb
I started to climb
up and onward, ever-high
and to what did my eyes
gaze upon when I arrived
but a host of divinity
far and wide
and what did they say
when I looked their way
they said, “Welcome home!
Are you here to stay?”
I said, “Well I don’t know,
I didn’t think I’d get this far.
I just started to climb and now,
here you are!”

~*~
06/1998

Copyright © 1998 Brenda Barnhart
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