An uphill road mined with stone
Searching life for what’s unknown.
Winds whip dust, blinding eyes
Stumbling upward toward the prize.
Storms enthrall, mass confusion
Render real or illusion.
Reaching out for one unseen
Grace and mercy intervene.
Clouds give way to rays of light
Perils eased, give strength to fight.
Stones swept away with one strong
Hand, all making right the wrong,
Crusty cakes of mud washed clean
Diluting wonder -- eyes Preen.
Not faint, the summit in sight --
Guided by His mighty light.
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