Climb

          The valleys would keep me if I let them. The mountains would hold me down, if I listened....but I will not listen. They say "Climb!", and I do, listening for each new instruction to scale these mountains of new ways and new expressions. The top stretches far above my faith, faith that greater and better are possible; still I climb. "See the new footholds.", I hear, creative footholds of another style in these words waxing poetic. The muscles weaken. The mind scatters. The heart begins to fall..... still there is fresh God-given insight that restores my mind. "Remember what you learned before. Remember you can do it again." , calls the Hosts of Heaven in much needed encouragement; and I climb.


          Speaking in new verse, ushering words of some foreign tongue I am becoming fluent in: the many styles of poetry I'm learning to speak with a pen and a prayer; and I climb the mountains of poetry styles I'm learning again, no matter how tough the climb.


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