The Climb III

I cry.  I cry
At the enormity
Of gift.
I am primed
And ready.
My words sift
Themselves - I
Rest and watch them go
From right place to right place
And know
Your hand is on my head
Guiding them.
How I am humbled
By this rarest space
This highest step
Of sighted grace.
My voice is here -
A living presence all its own
Singing strong and clear -
They gave me back the piece
And they will 
Help me fly from
This last rung -
Winged enough
To sing and earn my crown.
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