We All Climb The Same Mountain Poem by Steph N. Janusz

In a dream
I am climbing a mountain.
No rope as aid,
Just my own hands
And feet to stop me from falling.

Looking around
I see others also climbing,
Adorned with clothing
And items symbolic
Of their religions.

I greet them,
One by one,
As we continue to climb.
Some smile, while others
Look upon me with disdain.

I slip and cry out for help.
Quick are the disdainful
To condemn me to fall,
Or reach out to pull me to their path,
The right and only one in their minds.

Blessing them,
I continue upon the
Path of my own choosing.
Disappointed, they condemn me again
For not joining them on their path.

Another slips,
I reach out to aid him.
Smiles and blessings
We give to each other before
Continuing our individual paths.

The summit reached
Holy names are recited,
Deity looks upon us, smiles
And says, 'You are all my children,
And all paths lead to me.'

Waking I smile,
Remembering the dream.
We all climb the same mountain,
We just take different paths
To be united with Deity.