The View On High

I stood looking out
To a mountain before me
Drawn to it's presence
To a point far from view
I sat and I stared
And I watched it there
It stood and ignored me
It didn't really care
So I stepped and turned back
Returned to the people
Forgetting the sight
Of that gargantuan steeple


But in time it nagged
Prodding discreetly
And I began to ask around
Who had been there before me
Some answers were short
From those who knew nothing
While others were vague
From those who knew something
In the end I was decided
I'll make my own route
So I worked night and day
Till I was ready at it's foot
As I ploughed on my way
It rose up in front
It loomed growing bigger
So I focused on the want


My resolve grained within
It carried me forward
Winding and climbing
The giant seemed to shorten
I encountered many troubles
Learning each time
But slowly realising
I wasn't going to survive
For the mountain was at work
Carving and moulding
To make something more
Of the shell I'd been holding
Many splendors I saw
On journey to the summit
And I called far below
To tell people all about it



I told them to come
To experience the wonder
But they looked up and up
Willingness torn asunder
They couldn't begin
For age or their family
So many excuses
About responsibility
I grew a little sad
For I could not return
The mountain now a part of me
That I'd not foolishly spurn
But despair is for others
I'd encountered worse problems
So I took up my own charge
To care for people wise but humble