The Mountain beckoned me and so.
I climbed to summit.
Every crevice as toe hold and ragged purchase for thumb and finger.
                                       A voice did whisper "do not look down nor linger"
                                       The pinnacle it resisted me and so did I malinger frequently. But by and by with force of will I clambered up to heaven' sill then stood and scanned horizon.

The setting sun did welcome me as it sank low to slumber.
It touched me gently cross my brow then pointed out to distant range that ran quite high and resolute.

" Greater challenges await my friend before you enter Heaven's gate" said the mountain. And less you forget, your  reward will be the journey not the destination set.