Poetry

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Murmuring muddled voices percolate from familiar lairs of sheltered indifference hidden in the dark, dank cracks and crevices below, mocking this aborted ascent and coaxing a return to an iniquitous past and its inconsequential malaise.

Hope and determination, born in the faith from a calling in Jesus Christ to rise from the shadows and shine in his light, have become hopelessly entangled in clinging vines of doubt and indecision, now desperately clutching a narrow ledge of fear and uncertainty, and facing an imminent defeat whose only term of surrender is an abhorrent descent into that passionless pit of godless existence.

"Climb higher," Christ calls, his words commanding thoughts and echoing off of heartbeats to the deepest reaches of the soul, reminding that salvation through his redemptive blood has secured an undeniable purpose determined at the dawn of all creation, and as faith finds courage in his strength, focus returns to the summit and resumption of the ascent.

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