poetry: Solace

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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.