The palladium stretches far across the sky with all its wondrous look, upon those who have mounted these steps, to make the steps to life.
It’s cast in a blue and white frame, it’s steps broad and deep, putting itself between the sun and the earth, it’s thickness unreal, it’s being untold.
So small the ones who are walking there, they cannot see the ground, nor can the ground be looking up and catch a glimpse of them.
They walk with hands wide open, and hearts so pure as gold, their eyes see something we can only dream, they are dressed in righteous robes.
The steps seem high, their troubled and worn out legs, are now the
springs of life that will lift their bodies healed and straight to winners gold.
Carry them up and make the way, for each, here on earth, to find the road,
when clouds pass, they come again,
in night or mornings glow.
By Ralph Peck
Photography by Marla Bolton
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