Pisgah Promises
by Terry R A Eissfeldt
Gnarled fingers gripped the smooth wood with strength uncommon to old men. Each step, supported by the stout oak shaft, brought him closer to the summit.
His final climb.
His final appointment.
His final task.
Long grey hair, blowing in the wind breaking over the summit, twisted and twirled as if in a dance. Eyes, full of wisdom, compassion, love, and pain, kept vigil with one goal. The peak.
Finally the crest was upon him. He hoisted the staff supporting the last step of his ascent.
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