Member Poem

Circling high, one might say “soaring..”
Eying a massive hole
Upon approach it’s devastating, the sight upon the soul…

Wretched,
Destroyed,
Torn apart,
And deeper than one can imagine.
Down,
Down,
Down it goes,
The bottom one couldn’t fathom.

And down in the bottom,
Wouldn’t you know,
There seems to be a figure,
Hard to see,
so distant,
Barely visible,
Obscure

Sure enough it’s a man
Trampled,
Beaten,
Defeated for sure
Enduring no more
But trying…

Trying to climb,
Making progress,
It’s not perfect but it’ll do
As long he takes another step or two
And keeps climbing.
Forever.

An eternity this chasm
An impossible task
One might ask
“Will he succeed?”
And one will ne’er get an answer

It’s a perpetual climb,
It lasts or he falls
Deeper than before
Back to the bottom
And more difficult the next climb becomes

But what one doesn’t see,
Is that looking up from the bottom
And making his ascent
He sees a halo of light at the surface,
His guidance it will be…

One step at a time
Sure footed and steady
Rooted, ready
And concentrating on this climb