1 Peter 2:7-9

Therefore, to you who believe, He is precious; but to those who are disobedient, “The stone which the builders rejected has become the chief cornerstone,” and “A stone of stumbling and a rock of offense.” They stumble, being disobedient to the word, to which they also were appointed.

But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special (i.e.: peculiar) people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light…

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Welcome

I have decided to start a personal blog about life, poetry, God, joy, sorrow and stuff. Not necessarily in that order.

 For my first entry, a poem I wrote yesterday. It has several layers of meaning for me, which could be true for any reader. Hope you enjoy it.

 Pushing On
by Katy McDonald

Mountaineering rough terrain
Traversing through a searing pain
It is a solitary journey
Rubble shifts scarily beneath me
But I keep pushing on

What will I find at the summit?
Makes no difference, I commit
Yet I ascend, no matter what
Cast aside all fearful thought
And I keep pushing on

The air is thinner near the top
My lungs are leaden and my ears pop
Fatigue begins to settle deep
My weary muscles scream for sleep
Though I keep pushing on

At long last, plateau ahead
The pressure swirls inside my head
And when I crest what I have climbed
A thought inside my heart has chimed
I must keep pushing on

So burning fumes of strength and will
I walk out even further still
Such comfort! Other climbers there
All finished with the frightening dare
Of simply pushing on

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  1. KathiDecember 6, 2009 at 9:25 PM

    Very meaningful poem to me - the sentiments you express are those I felt when I named my book "I Climbed a Mountain" after my childrens' deaths. We were not the first to climb; sadly, we will not be the last; but the journey is so worthwhile if we, as you say, will just push on.....some of what the Lord has taught me in pushing in cannot be duplicated through any other experience, I believe, and the value of the lesson is beyond expression. Blessings...Kathi Rose

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