And We Are Worth Their Wailing

[a poem]

Photo by Vincent van Zalinge on Unsplash

Here we are at last, Beloved,
vulnerable and naked atop this mountain
as from all directions at once
the wind whips faceless thunderhead clouds
into frightful, fearsome foes.

We’ve been climbing for lifetimes,
flying on wings of solar rays and starshine
bobbing ever-upward
buoyant amidst the affectionate collision
we can’t seem to avoid.

So here we are at last, my dear,
and I can’t help but chuckle
that our heights atop this mountain
hard-won and harrowing
are the very same which have delivered us
to such perilous exposure.

Standing tall, but surrounded
attuned to our weakness, but also grounded,
we are left with nowhere to climb
no shelter to be found
and seemingly nowhere to go
but down.

But this is not how our story ends.
An uncommon greatness awaits us.