Within the confines, of my place of shelter,
even here, I seek refuge – in higher ground.
I look to the mountains envisioned,
in my heart, where G-d resides.
I climb the daily trek, upwards,
in flight like a wretch at times.
Yet, always returning to the center,
wherein He may be found.
The soul is nourished, I am ready
to begin another climb tomorrow.