Some days I climb,
some days I slip . . .
But always I am forging onward,
towards a goal I cannot see.
I know that when
I reach the summit,
there will be One awaiting me.
The days I climb, I feel no closer,
When I slip, I do not die.
But when I stop, my faith will falter,
so I must climb . . . and slip . . . on.
August 6, 2011