An entry into Shadows and Light poetry contest.
Falling under the weight of burdens.
Anvils weighing thousands of pounds seem to surround.
Legs rubbery and yet remarkably holding on.
Lifting my spirits just a tad, to continue the fight anew.
In the blink of an eye, I can suddenly see the clear sky.
No longer are the hail stones pelting my mind.
Going to see this through to the end, because I seem to have stopped falling.
Uncommon courage is now welling up in my heart, soul, and mind.
Pulsing through my veins is the hope of glory and now I am FALLING UP, into His grace and peace.
by Steve Cope