poem: the Climb

Every morning I climb mount Moriah with Isaac,
Carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders.
With every step I know there’s no turning back,
Even when I have to dodge the rolling boulders.

Troubled by these winds, at the top of the pass,
climbing evermore, to see Your Panim at last.
With each and every step along the derech,
I tread closer to the refiner’s fire, where
my soul may be unencumbered in Your love.