Up, Down, and Through.

(We were all sick and lazy around here today. I couldn't think of any thing to do with the prompt that didn't sound fake or forced. So I thought I'd share one I had tucked away for a rainy day. I wrote this in church when I should have been listening to the sermon. An embarrassing amount of my poetry gets written that way.)

 I have been seated on the sunny summit.

I have slid down the slippery slope.

I have trudged through the shadowy valley.

I have found the still waters there.

I have seen the sun rise 

And Shine His light.

I now see the fruit

That was growing in the dark.