
ASCENT
Strutted and sturdy
From ground to sky
Often missed
By the mere passer-by
A stairway ascending
To the heavens above
Just steps and handrails
All made with love
Many a foot
Have tread on these treads
All shapes and sizes
Now living, not dead
For dead is a place
That was left in the world
When called up by Him
Through clouds that unfurl
This is the place
We were told about
Only one way in
And you’ll never want out
Written for: OctPoWriMo2018 Day 13
beautiful picture and goes so well with your lovely poem
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Thank you!
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