We came down
Then we made a method out of down
We saw Him sit in the dirt
And studied the angle of His shoulders
We emptied our hands for the welcome
And filled them with proof we were empty
We thank God we are not like the climbers
We measure the dust on our clothes
We keep a low seat in public
And a ledger of how low we sat
This is false low
An appearance of wisdom
Self-prescribed worship
Puffed up — with no weight under it
Not the walk into the valley
The costume cut from the walk
We lost the Head
And kept the show
We perform the descent
To be seen going down
If the valley is a stage
The reward is already spent
Our lips can honor the ground
While the heart stays on the ridge
Worship built from rules of men
Still climbs
It only changes the name of the peak
Do not handle
Do not taste
Do not touch
Harsh treatment of the body
With an audience in the room
It looks like wisdom
It does not hold the old hunger back
It feeds it a holier name
Two went up to pray
One stood apart with a list
I thank You I am not like them
He went home with the peak still on his back
Empty hands are not a brand
The ground is not a pulpit
If we are still climbing —
We have not come down
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