Rise and Abide

Everyone else falls.
He rises.
Not by strength, not by skill —
carried by something the world
cannot explain.

He does not fight the air.
He simply opens, and glides —
lifted toward the peak,
effortless in grace.
This is not ambition climbing.

This is surrender, ascending.
Grace does not bring you down.
It carries you upward,
toward the place you were always meant to reach.
Rise. And abide.