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The Ladder of Light – by Meg Lewer

We flung them away at the call of death,
We took them again with the next life breath,
For a keeper stands by the great birth gates,
And as each soul passes its ladder waits.
Though mine be narrow and yours be broad,
On my ladder alone can I climb to God.
On your ladder alone can you feet ascend,
For none may borrow and none may lend.
If toil and trouble and pain are found
Twisted and corded to form each round,
If rusted iron or moldering wood
Is the fragile frame, you must make it good
You must build it over and fashion it strong,
Though the task be as hard as your life is long;
For up this ladder the pathway leads
To earthly pleasures and spirit needs,
For all that may come in another way
Shall be but illusion and will not stay.
In useless effort, then, waste no time;
Rebuild your ladder, and climb and climb.