When I witness your existence
as you navigate the distance
from the origin of purpose to the peak,
I am humbled by persistence
past the line of least resistance
in your resolute pursuit of what you seek.
If the summit view’s unveiling
isn’t subject to assailing
every obstacle positioned on the path
with invincible curtailing
of the mortal fear of failing,
what conceals the struggle from its aftermath?
Let us climb the hill together
as we both escape the tether
of conditioning that binds us to our birth,
for the thesis isn’t whether
we are made of wood or leather
but how feathered faith can soar above the earth.
2021 Mary Boren