Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Jacob's Ladder

If I could find a ladder to heaven,
I would climb with all my might,
burning shoulders
burning away my sin and shame.

If I ever reached the top,
what would I find?
Could it be a place of angelic refuge,
heavenly hosts lounging in eternal gluttony?

Would there be streets
paved with gold and gems,
an engulfing warmth and glow,
an El Dorado high in the sky?

Or would I see mercy
for the homeless and heartbroken,
love like Christmas dinners,
the grateful hearts of wanderers in a stranger's bed?

When Jacob saw the ladder he said,
"Surely the Lord is in this place,
and I did not know it."
The ladder is here; climb.

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