Friday, June 12, 2020
"The Ascent"––poem by Dorothy
The Ascent
There are a thousand ways
to climb this mountain.
Some do it
on hands and knees,
others, like angels, floating
above the path.
Some have lost their way
and sit longingly
among their vast possessions,
and wonder why they
are unhappy,
what they have done wrong,
Many don't care,
proclaim there
is no mountain,
for they do not see it
among their numerous estates.
And always there are countless,
also invisible, helpers,
holding out their hands,
helping us to ascend.
Dorothy Walters
June 12, 2020
