I want to climb His highest peak
in hope my breath would mix
with Heaven's healing mist -
to rest upon the rocky brink
with barren trees that stretch
to sip the light of life -
to look below on mountain tops
I never dared to climb, and lakes
I thought too perilous to swim -
to reach from this world to the next
in hope that someone grasps
my hand, and seraphs sing of love
for one repentant soul -
to feel the depths of darkness quake
and look into the eyes of God.
by P. D. Kline
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