Becoming Comfortable
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I,
the Psalms cry.
What then, happens when we get to the top?
Do we listen for your voice?
Does the sun set on us,
glorious in its orange warmth,
The lion's breath in our ear?
Should we stay steady,
cool and dewey,
Laying in wait, our hands cradling our heads?
Will it be too late when daybreak comes?
And how do we descend without slipping, knowing that precarious doom
that lies below?
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