Sunday, August 10, 2008


The Soul’s Ascent

I peered up at the towering mount’,

that glistened from the snow.

Would I reach that velvet cap,

that no one dared to go?

The very tip seems to drift,

In a string of pearly lace.

No end in sight for it was hid,

upon this rocky face.

Burgeoning trees whispered still.

They called within the deep.

Nature would carry my weary legs.

If for, my soul to keep.

Every aching step I took,

impelled in me to climb.

A voice it beckoned in my head.

Transcending the sublime.

I walked with fading fury,

the summit reared its head.

the stones were trembling underfoot,

my essence being fed.

Every time I stumbled about,

my eyes would raise to see,

the brilliance of the lemon rays,

Shining down on me.

I gasped for air, my final steps,

what seemed to last for miles.

My bated breath, my moistened brow,

absorbing all the trials.

I let it out; a HOWLING yell!

I gaze at the valley below.

Echoes resound in empty space,

my soul begins to glow.

I reach the powdered summit.

My mind now crystal clear.

It's never the journey taken...

It's relinquishing all you fear!

copyright © joni zipp


June said...

Wonderful Joni! And what would life be without challenges?

Take care,

Anonymous said...

Very beautiful. How beautiful are the poems talking about souls and dreams and challenges.
-Susan, attending Poetry Sunday. =D