The Man From Mount Hope
Give me a minute or two
and I’ll tell you
about the man from Mount Hope
You see, he started as God’s biggest joke
Sad, scared and all too aware
His breaking dreams were stacking up
Weak, anxious and broken
The man from Mount Hope stopped hoping
Laughed at
Underestimated
Hated
The man limped through life,
Head down,
hood up,
headphones in,
Society didn’t make sense to him
So he ignored them,
Listening to nothing but his soul
He dug a hole
Down
Down
Down
he went
Always digging
His friends called him a ‘mole man’
Then, the rain
Floods came
Drowning
Spiraling
Spinning
He went down his hole
Down
Down
Down
Out the other end of earth
A monkey-man greeted him
Telling him he was cursed
And his curse was a purpose to his life
The man tried to explain his pain
He tried to explain how corrupt everything was
He pleaded and begged
Refusing to begin again
Saying it was pointless
Stating confidently that purpose was hopeless
The monkey-man nodded, agreeing with him
And pointed his staff to the heavens
A mountain’s peak broke through the clouds
And reached heaven
It was Mount Hope
The monkey man told him to climb
The man unknowingly sighed
and begin the climb
Step after step
Breath after breath
Second after second
He climbed until he arrived at the top
Where he saw himself, sitting down, looking around
He asked himself what he was doing there
looking up, he said he had been stuck on top of Mount Hope for years
because was paralyzed by his fears.
Crying,
he pointed down to earth.
It was burning.
People were screaming.
Kids were starving.
“I wanted to escape my real world and the world needed my help to make it a better place,”
he said. “I let them down.”
“What will we do?”
“We head back down.”
“Back through the hole we dug?”
“Back through the hole.”
“And after that?”
“We hope.”
“We hope?”
“We spread hope.”
“Why?”
“Because our world needs it.”
“Will it change anything?”
“Don’t know. It might.”
“Right.”
And the two, who were actually one, climbed back down Mount Hope.
CH 9/25/26
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