10/30/22 Faith

 Faith

I climb the rope up the mountain. It is hard, my hands tend to slip sending me downwards aways, but I keep climbing.

Below the ground is a soft pillow, if I fall it will catch me. It is comfy down there, I could lay in the pillow forever, and yet I climb.

At the top of this mountain, just up this rocky wall, something even greater has been foretold. Yes the pillow below is nice, but I strive for what lies atop the mountain.

Do I know exactly what is up there? No. Do I know for sure, a hundred percent that there is something up there? Also no.

So why then do I climb? Faith. Faith in the better place on top of the mountain. The climb is hard, but I know what I have been told is up there, will make the whole thing worth it.


The End

10/30/22


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