Spying The Summit Poem by John Weber

Critical methods derange
when confronting drastic change
away from base avarice
hoping we can shatter this

desire to follow along,
feeling strong while doing wrong
to fellow conscious mortals,
ignoring vital portals

and forces of will that spill
to fulfill that godly thrill
once we surrender to truth
with the outlook of a sleuth.

Behind the grind of mankind
are many threads that unwind
the nature of all being
to lift us up most freeing

echoed in each kindred voice
sharing the urge to rejoice
each mundane and blessed time
we dust ourselves off to climb.