If all it was an uphill task…
Then father I am
standing on the top,
Alone and
content.
If God only asked me
to cross this bridge…
Then I have printed my steps behind,
And I stand on my own two feet,
Alone and strong.
My back straight to the mountains I have left behind.
The pride I hold in the tips of my fingers,
Speak of the oceans I have wetted my toes with.
And I stand alone,
On the
heights of these depths.
Looking down at the journey of my feet.
I feel I know.
I know exactly what I want.
I know exactly how to take it.
I will cross this life…
And hold my image in my eyes wide open…
I will go up the heights.
Look down the endless abyss.
And jump.
Looking up
I will catch the breath of a fallen star…
Where i lit a candle and the world burnt in its glory…
Standing on the top, witnessing my being.
I feel I am.
Alone and content.