As I struggle up the steep path,
My legs now feel much heavier,
And I wonder if the view will really
Be worth the arduous journey;
I see a sage old man approach,
Bearded like one of the prophets,
When I ask if I should continue,
He winks at me and nods yes;
Finally, when I reach the summit,
I behold the Valley of Heaven --
I breathe the Holy Spirit into my
Soul, and then exhale a smile;
The snow-capped mountains
Glisten in the warm soothing Light,
As the lovely lake glimmers from
The Divine Mercy rays of the Son.