"Up a Mountain"
By: Stephanie Clinton
The leaves crunched beneath my feet.
My breath, quick and hot, expelled from my lungs as fast as it entered.
I heard far off call from voices unseen, but I ignored them.
This was my climb.
My jacket, removed long ago despite the chill from the mountain, kept untying itself from my waist.
The hill became steeper. I began to crawl.
On my hands and knees, I trudged upwards, trying to catch a glimpse...
Then I saw it.
The once ivory white cross stood high above the trees.
I looked to it to guide me.
I climbed and climbed, using all of my strength.
Every time I crumbled, my face in the dirt, I would look up to that cross, and push forward.
At last at the top I rejoiced with God.
He had driven me up the mountainside and into His presence.
I prayed He'd do the same for me in life.
© Stephanie Clinton
The hill became steeper. I began to crawl.
On my hands and knees, I trudged upwards, trying to catch a glimpse...
Then I saw it.
The once ivory white cross stood high above the trees.
I looked to it to guide me.
I climbed and climbed, using all of my strength.
Every time I crumbled, my face in the dirt, I would look up to that cross, and push forward.
At last at the top I rejoiced with God.
He had driven me up the mountainside and into His presence.
I prayed He'd do the same for me in life.
© Stephanie Clinton
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