Eyes to the Sky
My heart is a well;
I'm desperate to climb out,
to reach the top.
I reach up to grab ahold,
take another step higher;
I look down to be sure of my footing;
I lose sight of the top,
the light,
the way out.
I slip,
fall,
fall,
fall,
land face down on the rocks below...
But You reach out
and take my hand when I cry out,
And I begin to climb once more...
~March 8, 1999