Step by step I climbed your tower
Fearing ever to look down.
Lofty heights are not for me,
I prefer places closer to the ground.
My knees get weak, they turn to jelly,
My stomach begins to quiver.
Angelic wings painted on my back
They’ll not keep from falling hither.
Balancing on the steeple top
I feel my foot now slipping.
Please excuse my lack of grace
Tumbling from that narrow place.
Eyes grow wide, jaws may drop,
As I crumple to the ground.
High expectations I’ll not meet.
Prefer to sit at the Master’s feet.
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- I Want One, Please by Heavenly Angel.
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Heights have never bothered me, but the notion of falling always has.
My mother was terrified of even ferris wheels, whereas I would go on mostly any ride - the faster, the better. Funny. However, one thing I would never consider doing is bungee jumping. You must be missing a few brain cells to do that, perhaps.
Some of my friends used to hang-glide quite often, but after one ran into the side of a cliff, breaking his nose and cheekbone, his only concern was if his kite had been broken.
It's always wise to keep one's feet on the ground, even whilst looking at the stars. Thank you for entering my contest, katie marie. Good luck.




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Katie, this very well written piece shows razor sharp wit as well as your antenna for what makes good poetry. This is a jewel.
Congratulations on your fine work,
Camille

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Enjoyed this one....Good job & good luck!
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While it is always safer to keep ones feet on the ground , there is nothing as exhilarating as that which you get from conquering a fear.As long as it does not cause ones demise
Excellent congratulations on your HM

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I very much enjoyed this as I feel it was written by a humble heart

Prestige and lofty places have no place or purpose in my own life and I highly admire those who feel the same
Well done, poetess!
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This is the picture of humility, which is not "I'm such a dirtbag!". True humility says, "This is who I really am." A humble human says, "I'm human!" because humility is a sober view of self in the proper perspective of things.
This reminds me of how the Psalmist said that he would not consider lofty concepts. He, in humility, knew what he could grasp.
A great message, written artfully with Truth as its pen.
By the way, did I say this was good?


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This is an awesome poem. I like the way you expressed yourself. I love the last sentence. I enjoyed the read!!! Thank you for entering my contest.
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Excellent
What a powerful write. So very expressed. And so full of truth. Thank you for sharing.

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Actually the poem is slightly reminiscent of an Ibsen play, "The Master builder" mainly the scene where he, a middle aged man, climbs to the tower top to impress a young woman. Of course he falls and dies.
Of course in your poem we're talking emotional towers not literal ones. I have been told more than once by a woman not to put her on a pedestal. I understand that, but I really can't help it, love does that. But I think there is a difference between a pedestal and unrealistic expectations. I expect my statues to have a few dings, scratches and minor imperfections.


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Sensation created
The feeling of fear is the poem is present but not overpowering. Something about this hit me in the chest, like climbing a rickety stairway then turning suddenly and realizing a step had broken. I don't know how you did that, but it was quite a sensation! I think I love your last line. So much pain in life would be avoided if we could remember to do that. At least I know pain is lessened in my life when I remember.

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Thank you Jane. This is one of my personal favorites. I wanted to create a sense of my trepidation in the climb and then a sense of shock and horror by onlookers as I fell. Much safer in the humble position of kneeling at His feet.
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