Mount Zion


You sit high on Mount Zion
Looking over us
Eyes turned upwards 
Climbing that great mountain
The cold earth underneath my palms
Rough rocks loosen my grip
Keep falling..... 
I get up - I try to reach you
Stuck on the ground 
I want to give up
Your hands reach out towards me 
Telling me to try again 
To trust in you
Teary eyes turned upwards 
Climbing the great mountain
Warm breeze embraces me 
Just at my fingertips
Close, but still out of reach...

                                      ©    ~ Star Latty




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