The Summit

Attachments, gilded edged and very fine, 

Such threads of golden gossamer to hold 

Together souls and teach them to be bold 

For only when in unison we'll shine. 

Alone, adrift, the darkness does confine 

Within the realms of bitterness and cold. 

Yet in the silent suff'ring we behold 

Our purpose then becomes to redefine.  

When first this understanding fills our heart 

We fear to find the vessel that we seek. 

Supernal Father goads us to be strong, 

Inspires us, begin to make a start. 

Learn from within, we cannot now be weak, 

This grasp the ring of brass and sing our song.  

Frank Garnick