When I fail to think of You
(And, sad to say, times more than few)
Because of all I need to do
(Or think I do – that may be true)
I hie me to the clear, cold air
At heights where bird and tree are rare.
Bluer skies and brighter sun; where
One can abandon every care.
And on the mountaintop I see
My life with greater clarity.
I feel unfettered; now am free
To be the man I strive to be.
Why to the mountains do I go?
Whether there be snow or no?
Although the reasons may not show
I’m moved by mountains; this I know.
In the author’s words: I am just a fellow pilgrim. I live not far from my daughter’s family, including a pre-school grandson who reminds me of the little children for whom Christ had an affinity. I work part-time as a healthcare professional, play piano for cradle roll, and, among other interests, enjoy photography, tennis, and biking to the coast.