I am waiting for an upgrade on my soul;
I am unable to improve of my own accord.
I lack the perspective of my forefathers,
who diligently climbed the ladder of Jacob.
Yet, here, I falter every day, as if
I can never get past the first rung.
Imagine what it would be like,
falling straight down the ladder,
five broken rungs at a time,
returning to where you started.
And, who will lift me up when I fall,
on the wings of the angels who climb,
night and day, up, and back down the ladder –
in order to strengthen faltering souls.