The climb

To the lofty, my truth is inaccessible.
To the humble, he will see it.
For the pride of Man denies him perception
And his knowledge,  a barrier.

For a proud man is always looking down in spite,
And a humble man, his face lifted in prayer.
When he looks down, he has no view of that which is above
When he looks up, he sees only but just a spot,
A fraction of that which is eternal.

The higher you elevate man, the less his view of the sky.
The lower he descends, the wider his view.
The higher he goes, the more men he sees,
And vainly compares himself to them.
The lower he goes, the less of pride in men he sees,
And the greater the view of glory.

Higher up the ladder of pride,
Or lower the ladder of conceit he shall descend.
Either way, we are all somewhere along this climb.