Where I Shall Kneel Down At The Throne At The Top Of The Mountain Poem by Robert Hilary

delving into the unknown, with tempered grace, bolstered by inner faith, i watch the signs and i find my place, upon this race, to which i am the only one left standing, my gods watch from far above, they send me encouragement and love, empowering me with love and signs, revealing the path to me which they divine, and i am resigned, to follow the path there of, as I step on the path with courage and love, to walk upon the winding road and find my place, as i walk upon the path, with unbridled faith, never knowing where it might go, but all along the path seeds i sow, in the hearts of many, with words of love, with a childlike grace, and a simple heart, i truly walk the path of my destiny, in which my soul urges me to continue, to take the next step and the next, as upon the path i wander, in my imagination i ponder, as i truly rue the regality of it all, as i contemplate the complexities by which i am aligned, by divine design, in alignment with all that is within me, behind me and before, on a path to which i strive to walk racing along the dirt path free of weeds and rocks, as i ever moving strive to succeed upon the path, as i yearn and burn for the gods return, ever wandering upon the path, the road map a mystery, as i breathe and seethe, tempted by the boundaries and the goals, that i perceive, that i might knowingly and wittingly fail my gods in perfection, fruit born of loving freedom, that in peace i might rest, and not fret before the trials and tests, that test me day and night, that in the light of what i have seen, known, and done, i might, just find a peace that lasts through the width and the depth, carrying me through the breadthe, of the depth, of the path that cannot be reasoned, upon the journey to the unknowable knowing, stepping lightly, swiftly upon this path, ever growing, the winding road carrying me through many seasons, that i might walk upon its length, with loving breath, and climb upon its heights to the top of the mountain, where i shall kneel down before the throne at the top of the mountain, to come kneel before the throne, bowing low, in piety surrender, in love bestow, that by my lords grace i will truly know, that of which destiny holds for me, in the treasures that are meant for just me, that i may find that which i truly seek, and the treasures keep, as i walk upon the winding road, in my hearts desire i contemplate, my souls desire to sate, as i walk upon the winding road, conquer fate, rising up upon the path upon the mountain, angels Gaurding in my wake