Meditation poem for Easter Saturday:
Climb
We stand
as they did,
in these days,
illumined by
fiery alleluias
at His appearing,
yet often
hesitant
to bow;
our pilgrim walk
staggered,
slipping back
among the
sin scree
of self
when we
take our
inner eye
from
His graced
gaze
and lose
our way
forgetting that
our attaining of
the summit of
the Holy Mountain
is, in Him,
already done,
and we ascend
in He who
meets us
at our lowest,
as Shepherd King,
as one who seeks,
and finds,
and carries
home,
all that is
lost
in us
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