Meditation on The Rock of Ages
Life on the rocks? Oh, don’t
I know it well? I sit
in hard places. Afraid to look
down, afraid to go on. But,
oh! Don’t life’s rock climbers have
the most gorgeous, sinewed muscles from
holding on as they move along?
( I found myself on the Billy Goat Trail five years ago this coming Halloween. I knew nothing of hiking or climbing. And I did get stuck in fear two-thirds of the way up. Then a kind voice said, “Let go of where you are, cross over to the other side, and come on up.” I was pretty sure death was imminent, but it was that or stay stuck where I was. So! )
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