The Ladder

There is a ladder that I climb And climb I shall through all of time The wood is rough and splintery And so the task is hard, you see And as I climb my arms grow weak My bones, like the rungs, bend and creak Sometimes resolve abandons me My head goes down and I can't see When climbing in this careless way I lose my hold and slip away So, quickly I fall ten feet down I tell myself to not look down I grab hold of the rung again Then meditate and rest my chin The rung has now a coat of slime It feels I'll slip another time I push the thought out of my head For if I fall, then I'll be dead I wipe away the dreadful slime And climb again, step at a time And though the top I'll never see, I keep my gaze ahead of me. "Why do you climb", a man once asked "...If you cannot complete the task?" "There are two worlds", I said to him "...And one of them is filled with sin Within that world, you'll find no light Your soul is bound by fear and spite In the other, you can see Your heart's made whole and you are free The line between these worlds is broad That is the world on which we trod But even here amidst our strife You'll find there are two sides of life We start between and go one way By choices we make every day This road we take is gradual We slowly fall as blinded fools Unless we climb the other way And so please hear these things I say As I climb, the light gets brighter And the load on me becomes much lighter The truth's revealed and my heart made full As I climb away from sin's dark rule So, where's this ladder that I climb? He's here; take hold. He's yours and mine"

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24 / M

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ad-sifford

24 / M

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Apr 6, 2014

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Notes: |Written 2010|
*from my Emerge collection, being poem #10. Please see the collection page itself.

The final original poem in the Emerge project set, "The Ladder" brought my own poem contribution to Emerge to a close, wrapping up my part in the theme with an open invitation to the reader to follow the God of my own lessons learned--The Father of Jesus Christ--Yahweh!

The Ladder was my most popular poem in my Emerge collection among my friends and family, and I feel it's one of my most favored and respected/appreciated poems I've ever written, even to this day. It's one people I know still bring up when my poetry is in conversation. Perhaps childishly, I think this bittered me towards it a bit. I love this poem, and it was certainly lead by The Spirit, and I hope it will have an impact in the world. But were other poems in the set that have deeper personal significance and treasured value for me, that I guess others will never be able, by no fault of their own, to appreciate.

At the time, TL was the longest poem I had ever written, and I believe it was actually the last one I wrote for Emerge.

The word "rung" all throughout the poem was originally "bar". I didn't know what they were called! :P

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
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- Sifford
Tags: #sin #fear #depression #life #future #god #religion #hope #past #strength

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