The Ladder Of The Soul
I surrender to
the ladder of my soul,
the rungs of which
lay bare my sorrowI step the progressive
road to life
though weary from the climb.
Perceptive though my
thoughts may be,
I sometimes jump
into the fray;
Pastoral arms recover me
and lead me
day by day.
A light shines
at the top
of the ladder
of my soul,
beckoning my ascent
even when I fall,
grasping my hand
when I lose all hope
shining brilliantly
as I grope.
Calm, I tread
the quiet path
leading to love
atop the ladder
of my soul.
©Edie Antoinette 2009
