Climbing the Heights

Thursday, November 6, 2008

So here I stand and wonder

So here I stand and wonder
Is all of life a plunder
Are we slowly sinking under
Far down as we go - we go
Who can know what there is beneath
What earth or water in the deep

All grows pale
So dark and cold
We sink lower still
Our hearts chill
As we are pulled farther down below

Oh this desolate place
Where breath is all that warms our face
There is nothing else to cling too
But hand, and heart, and you

Surely, we will get through
Surely, we will pass through
To the sea where everything must be
Where hope and longing and harmony
There is warmth in that ocean
It soothes like a potion
We long with devotion
To go to that place

Without a trace of where we've been
Always longing to be in
The midst of it
Surrounded in this place
What sweet heavenly grace
We see much
How our hearts burn
And our thoughts turn
To that which we most desire

So let we retire
Here awhile
Let all become quiet
And may we have peace
So sweet and pleasant
May calm our every nerve

With one breath
We breathe as one
We unite
What joy
Delight
At last

-Joshua Lee Foist

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