Great Expectations

The Climber

I sit here on the hilltop 
    and view the scene below: 
‘Tis I, this one who climbs there 
    seeking foothold as I go? 
The look of desperation 
  on the weary, lifted face, 
The frantic eyes e’er searching 
  new hold to grasp someplace? 
So familiar as I watch now, 
  yet so foreign and so strange 
  to one seated here in safety 
Only grace and peace in range. 

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