THE CHALLENGE

 THE CHALLENGE

By Peter Woodgate 

It stands before me

A challenge to end all challenges

Where do I begin?

How do I tackle the immense task ahead?

I see several openings

Each leading to a fresh challenge

A steep slope spirals upward

And I glimpse yet other openings

I see a well but my throat remains dry,

The task looks daunting,

Energy sapping,

Soul destroying,

Time consuming

And costly.

 

I slump down, close my eyes

And let my mind wander,

I need to break through

The walls of resistance,

Open the doors of expectancy,

Climb the stairway of fulfilment

In order to reach my goal.

 

I clear my mind

Of negative distractions

And see it framed

In all it’s glory

Magnificent colours edged with white

Rising from the lush ground underfoot

To a sumptuous sky

Where twinkling lights burst forth

From beautiful roses.

 

I sigh with satisfaction

The task complete,

Then, recognize the sound of heavy feet,

A voice booms out and I hear it bawl

“Come on you have to decorate the hall”

 

Copyright Peter Woodgate