Highest of Men
I’m already treated like the highest god that’s ever been in existence.
But sometimes, life has a way of getting in the way of those things.
Life likes to knock those in the highest places, down the hardest.
To the lowest places.
To the places where you can’t be reached.
And yet, somehow I’m always able to climb out of the hole I’ve been buried in.
I can rummage through the rubble, the soil and debris.
I can lift myself up, with my own two hands.
I can support myself, with the strength of my arms, hands and shoulders, and I can pull the others buried in those low places out with me.
I use my hands, and gentle thumbs, to caress away the damage from our bodies; and to clear away the blood filled tears.
I’ve always done this, and I will continue to do this for the rest of my days.
