The Stairway

As you read the poem, enjoy the song that inspired the image, which, in turn, inspired the words.

There’s a stairway

That only goes one way

Each step ascending

But never descending

Made of gold

It can not be sold

A heavenly route

While fluttering about

The birds all sing

Praises to the King

The flowers grow around

All along the ground

Waiting for the lass

To come walking past

On her way to the stairs

While she put on airs

After leaving the trees

Skirt blowing in the breeze

She listens to the brook

While quoting the Book

Climbing to a glowing sky

For the Throne on high

For her to obtain

So said her brain

Back never bent

She’s heaven sent

Always going

Never slowing

Upwards

Onwards

Goals to reach

A God to impeach

Overthrow

Outgrow

Time to change

Heaven is strange

So she scales

And this is her tale