November 10, 2005
Breathing out, I tremble
Breathing in, I smile
Weeping silent tears
Leaping point ever nears
We climbed until today
Today, we'll climb some more
Closer to the peak
Air is growing weak
Closing in on Perfection
Radiant beams of Light
Hearing constant echoes
Holding to the plight
Nothing ever changes
Yet, nothing is the same
Touched by all creation
Seeking Your holy name
Type: Poetry
Author: Steve Robison