The Mountain of God

The Mountain of God

 

The void filled the darkness

As I struggle to climb.

Latching on, rock by rock, in distress,

Hoping the top I’d soon find.

 

Time and time again,

My feet slip from tiny stones

And my fingers bleed thin

From holding on.

 

Every muscle engaged,

Little by little, I pull myself up.

Relying on faith

To navigate my way without seeing the filled cup.

 

Rocks fall under the pressure of weight,

Looking up at its vastness

And still I feel so far away,

Feeling each stress.

 

“Lord, how much longer do I have to climb

To reach my destiny?

Why do You seem to hide

Your plans from me?”

 

Even so, the further I go,

There are more stones to grasp,

And the tiniest are found by my toes

Where I thought there’d be lack.

 

Feeling a presence at my back,

My heart gives a nod.

For I know that the rope of Jesus has no slack

On the mountain of God.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful and beautiful words shared dear Melinda.
"Feeling a presence at my back,
My heart gives a nod.
For I know that the rope of Jesus has no slack
On the mountain of God"
I like the above lines. So many God's gifts. Few try to see. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks so much. God bless

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Melinda.

[wordman]

lovely write melinda,you know it`s there but you don`t always see

[Melinda McQueen]

That is when faith comes in.
Thanks for visiting.

[wordman]

yeah melinds i know but sometimes it seems it takes years to get a reply