Climbing

Climb up the steps of love;

Don't vault at once to the roof,

but slowly ascend

in descending slowly

into one another.

 

Reach (not Paradise)

Each other, and through,

To others you will be,

Greeting each and saying,

“I will love you in your time.”

 

Climb up the steps of love,

Marking each in memory,

Surely with the easy pace

Of Joy.

 

 

Comments 5

 
Rosy Cole on Friday, 23 November 2018 15:12

A lovely piece of soul architecture. And how wonderfully possible it is to be surprised by Joy in the depths of despair when we know how to be thankful.

A lovely piece of soul architecture. And how wonderfully possible it is to be surprised by Joy in the depths of despair when we know how to be thankful.
Stephen Evans on Friday, 23 November 2018 15:18

Thank you Rosy - and yes!

Thank you Rosy - and yes!
Katherine Gregor on Friday, 30 November 2018 13:29

Beautiful poem. I love both the meaning and the rhythm.

Beautiful poem. I love both the meaning and the rhythm.
Stephen Evans on Friday, 30 November 2018 22:59

Thank you!

Thank you!
Monika Schott on Sunday, 23 December 2018 22:03

Another piece of beautiful!

Another piece of beautiful!
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