I climbed life’s elusive mountain;
thinking that’s all there is;
all of life flowed from a fountain;
and all of it began as His.
Life flowed down from reality;
from Eden’s garden, above;
the lower garden was finality;
for life would return as Love.
I thought I had a decision to make;
my destiny, I could choose;
but there was One with a greater stake;
One with much more to lose.
For the Master created one and all;
His failure was never an option;
once life was lifted after it’s fall,
God planned for life’s adoption.
Mountains are knowledge we must learn;
containing deeper wisdom, within;
the journey is complete; once we discern;
when evil is about to creep in.
Rest is found in the valley called death;
once refreshed, God again becons;
giving us all new life; and new breath;
and a new mountain, brings new lessons.
God doesn’t need our apology or pleas;
I am; what He’s made me to be;
all souls are devoid of hands and knees;
He only wants Love from me.