Stairways
Stairs going up, stairs going down,
Spiraling stairs going around, around, around.
Which ones to take, which ones to leave,
Ladder or snake? Where does it lead? What is achieved?
Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down,
Sometimes you just go around and around.
Nobody knows the troubles you've seen,
Nobody 'cept Jesus.
I passed a man coming up the stairs,
Deep in thought and deep in prayers,
To follow him I turned around
And found that he was going down.
'This way is up. I'm sure', I said.
He answered not, as deaf as dead.
Another came and passed me by
In deep sorrow I heard him cry.
Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down,
Sometimes you just go around and around.
Nobody knows the troubles you've seen,
Nobody 'cept Jesus.
This house of shadows, stairways, halls
Can cause confusion, can enthrall.
Imprisoned in its endless loops,
We twist and turn and jump through hoops.
To break the spell, to breath pure air,
We long and seek that certain stair.
That takes us to that highest place
Where stress and cares will be erased.
There's a time to step up, there's a time to step down,
There's a time to stop going around and around.
Don't despair midst this strangely ordered disarray
In all its shambles there's a certain stairway.
Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down,
Sometimes you just go around and around.
Nobody knows the troubles you've seen,
Nobody 'cept Jesus.
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The inspiration/stimulation for this poem came from this stuff ---
escher stairs - Google Search
https://www.google.com/search?q=Nobody+knows+the+trouble+I've+seen&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&client=firefox-b-ab
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