I ran, almost flew, headlong
Into the future of destiny.
Its light shines from the mountain-peak.
When I looked from far away
The light reached for every path
And my feet flew across the plain.
The trees are a blur of green.
But the closer I fly to the mountain beyond
The steeper the pathway becomes
Rocky pathways offend my sight.
My newfound staff cuts through the leaves.
It was so simple and easy before!
On the plains before the cliffs
With eyes focused on the prize.
Where does my foot go next?
And I know where the core-truth lies
Though my soul might despair
It lies in waiting beyond the trees.
My staff sheds splinters like leaves.
But the light has never felt farther away
Fighting ever uphill toward the goal
Dangers lurk around every bend.
I put one foot in front of the other.
Occasionally I glimpse through the trees
A blinding flash of the Light
I pause to bask in the sight.
A fallen tree makes a wonderful bench.
As the night falls, the light is in sight
And my striving regains its purpose
Even though hardship increases.
And the endless toil of my body
Becomes the ultimate joy of my soul.