There he was standing at the peak.
He couldn’t even speak.
He spent his whole life turning his favors and turning two burning cheeks.
Nothing has prepared him.
He is but a faithful servant.
He is the common wealth, but now he stands there at the top of the mountain feeling small all by himself.
His breaths come hard.
He knows that one neglected step on this unexpected trip will make him slip and he’ll be ripped to shreds.
He clears his head.
He thinks of them again.
He pictures them laying home in their beds, lights dim, and he remembers what he said.
He’d be back soon.
He’d return just as soon as he touches the moon.
He would bring them back the stars.
He is forever blindingly dutiful.
He said he would find them wherever they are to remind them that they are beautiful.
He’d bring these gifts.
His foot lifts.
He steps.
He gives.
This time he gives to himself the will to live.
He gives the will to win.
He’s unprepared and the air is getting thin, but he presses forward towards his fate.
He hopes they wait.
He knows the wheels of time won’t stop turning because he’s up here earning great.
He hopes they forgive him.
He hopes they understand that he had to conquer the mountains boulders to keep from building their palace on sinking sand.
He is only one man with two calloused hands.
He had to go.
He hopes they know.
So, he keeps going, knowing only one fact, and that’s he can either press on, or die, but can never go back.
Two little girls look at the night sky, wonder why, and then wonder when.
He walks away for them.
He is self sacrifice.
He is far larger than that mountain, but he’ll never admit it. He’s too nice.
He gave up everything in his life to bring them back everything he never had.
They call him Dad
Behold a humble king.
Step forever for everything.
