Rung By RungA Poem by PeteThe first step, my son, which we make in this world, is the one on which depends the rest of our days. What signifies the ladder, provided one rise and attain the end? - VoltaireJacob's Ladder by William Blake praying and taking chances my wayward spirit dreams and dances'pon may clouds like an unpicked field of cotton a fallen world spoken and begotten i've finally arrived i know because i no longer give a damn don't need no lover to hold my hand no four-eyed bible study to help me understand you see, i've joined heaven's band in a faraway land i've never been gladder since climbing jacob's crooked ladder despite an aching back and a full bladder peeking in despite my sin unafraid that it might do me in eager to see dearly departed kin the ladder may have had some missing rungs but i got over them with the faith in my lungs hanging out and playing songs with the angels all music speaks in tongues thunder plays the drums leaving an eternal trail of crumbs because a faithful soul may get beaten up but is never done the devil can think he's won but the sun is still and forever the sun © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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