Tristan Griffin Poetry

Written 03/16/19

Truth approaches from deep without
And touches deep within
Faint at first
And then

It grows larger and larger
Beyond a feeling
Beyond intellect
Beyond words and ideas

It soars higher and higher
Beyond our reach
Beyond our grasp
We inch upon its ladder

We move higher and higher
Farther than we once believed existed
Farther than our imaginations could take us
On a trail few would dare go down

We are carried infinitely higher
Yet, we are still too low
Our feelings, our thoughts, our ideas
Still too base

Glimpses of greatness
Flash in the night
They point toward the great One
They point toward the Light

Leaving the ground
We climb
Eyes set on high
Yet not yet on Highest

We climb
The ground growing smaller
The light shining brighter
Yet not yet at brightest

The light is not the Light
The truth is not the Truth
The way is not the Way
Our ascent will not stop until we see the Top

The path, although growing more like the Path, is not the Path
Let us not forget this
For the moment we become satisfied with the life as opposed to the Life, we will cease to climb
Infinitely higher