The Hills Must Be Climbed
The patrol it is a curse
To some
To him a release
The channel of water
The ships honk their way along
Sleeping pelicans wait for dawn
For their honking song
The man stands
He picks up his tools
A dowel only spelled with two vowels
Lithium ion causes the light beam
To shine on
Rising armed a bit
Like a vigilante
He must ensure Mr. Bunny
Steers clear of the defenses
Turning he sees
The hills must be climbed
For there he finds
Peace for his mind
Overlooking lights of the refined
Starlight shines over street lights
As he ascends the hill
To the moon his eyes do spill
Clouds swim in the sky
Playing as the world
Spins on by
Watching the moon’s trajectory
The hills must be climbed
To remind
God, you hold the universe
You hold everyone on earth
Created by his very word
Man is finite
The hills must be climbed
To remind
God has not left his throne
And the man on patrol
Does not walk alone
About 2 weeks ago a phrase came to my mind. “Starlight shines over street lights.” On 7-7-17 I went on my first patrol at work around 1:30 am and I got to the top of a hill and looked up. I saw the clouds going by. To my right was a channel filled with water where boats go by. I looked at the moon and clouds and remembered the earth was still spinning and all of this had been made simply by God’s spoken word. When I walk these hills at work I am reminded that God is still on his throne and in control. On my second patrol at 3:30 am I was walking again and this poem started writing itself in my mind. I had to hurry back and get pen and paper to get it written down. I tried to exclude as much of myself from the poem because God was the one at work here in creation.
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