Mountains

I welcomed mountain peaks, and one was in my youth. The challenges and blessings, were both a part of truth. The second was a conquest, the pinnacle of life, but too the longest fall, when victory turns to strife. The third has furnished peace, to briefly catch my breath. And now I face the fourth, the precipice of death. I cannot see the peak, or what is hidden there, perhaps the promised land, perhaps complete despair. But still I climb as clouds, obscure what lies ahead. The summit waits for me, with nothing more to dread.