Opportunity

I look to lofty mountain peaks
Silhouetted in the starry sky
But when its walls I near to be
I shy to touch and fear to climb
Such beauty I imagine at its Everest
Such warmth basking close to the sun
But as I stroll past its borders
I pass by
And run
God paves the path in rose petals
With every blessed sign
But I take the fork, hands over my eyes
In the end, I suppose, too scared to try

Composed 2/16/19

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