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Mountains rise before me;
walls of coffee brown
looming taller
with every slope I climb.
I do not lose heart.
For soon I will stand
on the point high enough
for me to see—
you are closer to me.
And I will climb several more,
run from peak to peak,
if only to light the beacons
to let you know
there is nowhere
I would rather go.
There I shall wait,
sun-up to sun-down
until smoke from the ravages
around us clears,
until all that can harm you
tire and leave,
that you may believe
I have come for you;
it is safe now.
I will pave the path
on which you’ll walk
to greet me;
rid it of pain.
And if I but must,
I will do it again.
For cupcake 🧁
Light the Beacons
February 22, 2022
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