To God I ascend
sustained in caves, in high air;
seeking wisdom and prayer
Scribes of old maintained scrolls,
cherished holy truths –
new yet eternal
Striving onward, upward:
Fear of challenge – but hope of it, too
Remaining an heir of
work and prayer –
insane pain, and prayer
Heavy clouds reign
but I believe in Breakthrough
amid high terrain
Caves contain ancestors’ bones
— broken chains —
and offerings of sacred stones
Breath is held:
Halting droplets rain –
more and more
Time stands still:
My spirit soars
What are your thoughts?