No one to hear, no one to heal br Life seemed never unpeel br Prose, poetry lost zeal. br br Climbed the hilltop to shout br Amplifier fitted into gullet br To make the heaven heard. br br “No love, no mercy br No peace, no life” br Felt, my voice reached sky high. br br Amazed at the sight below br He, she and them – all present br Felt, at last I am heard. br br Murmurs of bottom br Reached cliff top br Felt, all were concerned. br br Saw a pool at bottom br Wondered, what the source was br Felt, all were crying below. br br Handicapped, still br Someone was climbing br Felt, trying to reach to console. br br A blind with deaf br Were also present br Felt, ‘heart listens and directs’ br br A few four legged br Scrolling and hopping br Felt, they too were moved. br br A desire to reach them all br Arose in mind br Legs, took me to descend from top. br br There is love, mercy, peace and life br When we are below with one and all br Pinnacle opened my eyes.