"Climbing to heaven."

A Poem by Randall

I climb, I climb, I pull myself up.

I see God looking down.

I feel the wind pull at me.

I do believe I am losing grip.

I look up to see God laughing,

pointing a finger at me.

Saying, why silly little man, where doth thou go.

Doth, thou climb to me?

I know he is happy that I seek him.

But he allows the wind to blow, causing me to lose grip.

I begin to falter, falling back.

I look up, seeing God smile, saying, where doth thou go

Little man, that is the wrong way from me.

I beseech you, God, help me to climb to you.

Why, my silly little man.

I hath given you everything thou needs to climb to me.

Knowledge with my words.

Patients to go on even in these winds.

What more doth thou need little man?

I look to God and say, thou laugh at me as if

Thou expect me to fail.

I expect thou to doth what is right.

But God, I have not the strength to climb to you.

My silly little man, I giveth you my Son, he brings Redemption.

He is the strength you need to climb to me.

But God, I am missing something.

Silly little man, you miss nothing, thou fail to use what thou hast.

God, I do not see it.

Oh, thee man of little...............

Faith? God is it, Faith?

Finally, thou seest that Faith is what thou brength to climb to me.

Oh, thee man of faith climb to me.

Climb past me to the heavens.

© 2026 Randall

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Rosie C

This is an unusual piece, but in a good way.
The structure of the poem stands out a lot in its own unique way.

I think your most powerful words are in the smaller font.
I was really impressed by what I read there.

This poem invites me to explore all the aspects there is to it.
I throughly enjoyed and curious for more.