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The Climb

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When you started climbing,

You knew where you were going,

Or at least you thought you did.

At this point,

You cannot see the ground,

And you wonder,

You question,

“Am I climbing the right ladder?”

You are alone,

Or at least you seem to be.

You recall a ladder, 

From the dream of a man,

A ladder with angels, 

Ascending and descending,

And you wonder if you have 

Invisible angelic companions.

If you do,

Surely they cry “Onward!”

Surely they cry “Upward!”

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