The Pathway

"The Pathway"

Climbing up the cliffside,
dangerously close to edge.

Higher than the trees,
on shale as slick as ice.

The pathway is quite narrow,
precarious for sure.

And as you walk along its way,
each step, they seem unsure.

The wind it blows around you,
desire to fly, to soar.

Then suddenly, you catch your breath,
and find the ground no more.

Your heart it races with all speed,
excitement, fear combined.

You gaze across the valley,
its splender to delight.

The river shines like diamonds,
its melody seems to lull.

The sky and clouds surround you,
within your touch and view.

And freedom seems to fill your soul,
once death has broken free.

On that day when we walk the path,
it's way to victory.

@ Captain C.