Site icon A Hundred Falling Veils

Perhaps This is Faith

My fingers slip

as the hand holds crumble,

but I am so high

and I know there

are others below me

so I climb on strength

that is not mine,

though I cannot see

the destination nor

can I imagine how

I will keep going,

but I keep going,

I keep going,

one hand reaching

higher, then the other.

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