Echoes of the Ladder
Some day may never dawn,
Whispered promises undone.
We claim to teach, yet life’s cruel hand
Beats you down to barren sand.
Hope in dreams? A fragile spark—
Pushed from ladders into dark.
To gaze upward at the span,
The distance carved by mortal man.
Oh, seeker of philosophical light,
Science’s veil, so cold and bright—
We’ll strip your gains, leave you bare,
To force your trust in heaven’s care.
Ah, you cling to God above?
We’ll trick and shame, withhold our love,
Abuse the soul till you bend low,
Leaning on our twisted flow.
Yet your lips must echo still:
“Trust in God, against our will.”
Though I err and stumble deep,
Fall into traps that secrets keep,
Beaten, bruised, ensnared in night—
I’ll trust in God, follow His light.
Some day may fade, untouched by grace,
Okay, for man’s deceit holds no place.
Manipulated threads unwind,
But God’s true path I’ll always find.
One day in silence, I’ll depart,
Walk into glory, heart to heart—
Where God Himself strides by our side,
In heavenly realms, forever abide.
-Nathan Frisby