Climb



Should the path be steep and difficult,
Still I shall glady climb, knowing you wait at it's end.
Past the grassy fields,
Across the raging river,up the steepest cliff
Treading easily or beset by hardship
Still I will climb

Your smile urges me onward.
Your faintest encouragement guides my steps.
Your soul glows as a beacon
I will climb

Yet, if for reasons either grave or whimsical,
Should you raise your hand and say,
"Stop, come no closer."
I shall stop, but be content.
Resting at the place that you decree
For though I may be only a little nearer
You did not send me away

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