The Ladder

The ladder climbs the wall

Inviting a climber there

Whether a painter

Whether a burglar

It cares not and worries not

All it cares is the care

About the number it is propping

In the day

And in the night

And in the rain

And in the sun

And in the cold

But someone needs to hammer

A rung into that ladder

That will let a climber fall

For the sake of all their wrongs

And a door will swing open

To the great Counsellor and Judge