Sunday, May 13, 2018
Climbers––poem by Dorothy
Climbers
Always there is a new challenge,
a fresh discovery. Nothing ever
remains the same.
Dorothy
We are all climbing up the mountain
but we are doing it in different ways.
Some are using pickaxes and ropes,
often swinging out into space
in daredevil ways.
Others of us are scrambling
over rocks and debris,
progress steady but slow.
The runners are ascending
as quickly as they can.
They like the fast line
but often have to stop to catch
their breath.
The invisible helpers
(called angels) are moving alongside
to tend to the wounded and fallen,
to help them move ahead.
When these are embodied,
they are called bodhisattvas.
Near the top are those
who have almost arrived
and keep shouting encouragement
to those struggling below:
"Keep on, you can do it,
don't give up now."
Together we move upward,
knowing that something important
awaits us up ahead.
No one knows exactly
what that is,
but we know it is our destiny
that will embrace us
when we arrive,
tell us that at last
we have found our true selves,
what we have been seeking
for so long.
Dorothy Walters
May 13, 2018
(image from internet)
