The Climb

Still hearts know no fret Nor do they feel remorse. For peace to reign as King hearts yet Must learn again the Kingly course Of tranquil thought, which precedes love. This only will the spirit move. Warm hearts need not fear When cares beset each day. This earthly cloy would hold us near To stressful Self, thus turn to clay And push away the heartfelt joy Our higher spirit could employ. Strong hearts feel no guilt, As those who still resent. Resort to blame by gallows built In mem'ries name, with judgement's Aim to harm, defame - this must bespeak A spirit growing sick and weak. Light hearts are never sad, Nor mourn for what has been. They favour good, forgiving bad. The fallen state they thus redeem And letting go at last they find The climb that leaves all death behind.