Sometimes the mountain top
Seems far, far away.
Out of focus.
A grime-rimmed
Mirage.
One foot after another
becomes
A bitter refrain.
Nerves and muscles spent,
Only the light streaming from our heart
Can slingshot our body
To the summit.
Our soul is
already there.
Peter Falkenberg Brown is passionate about writing, publishing and public speaking. He hopes that someday he can live up to his favorite motto: “Expressing God’s white-hot, transcendent love in all directions, every second of every day, creates an infinitely expanding sphere of heart.”
