Success

Founded slowly grew the peak through the sky
Mt. Kilimanjaro wrapped by glory
Standing to awe strike through out history
Monumental her structure firmly high
Mystery captivating men to try
Silent patience pervading her story
Instilling hearts with fearful factory
Provoking prideful thoughts conceals her lie

They traverse beholding victory’s sight
Where atop the clouds one throne seated strong
Relentless rain reduces climbers’ might
The road ruined, the journey proves too long
Hope drags on to final summit alone
Her gift of majestic success, a stone

Mountains are mysterious and powerful. When I climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro there was a very spiritual awe to it. Like a mountain, success is mysterious too. She lies to us that the top holds promises worth climbing for. Those who pursue it to an end may end up at the summit, but many will die on the journey. It was dark, and I was near the top of Kilimanjaro, some 18,000 ft. I turned and looked down at the base where a few small towns sparkled. In a matter of days, I had seperated myself from the world. Without realizing it, the higher one pursues on the mountain of success the further from the world they will be. And one day Christ will return, and they'll realize the mountain they sit on is really only a stone.