Bear me up into the skies,
Where the winged falcon flies.
Let me skate across the dawn
As nighttime’s covering is drawn.
I want to dive into the blue
As midday chases off the dew,
And when my swim at last as done,
Bathe in the reds of sinking Sun.
I’ll dry off with the cloth of night
And rest beneath the twinkling light.
Easing back onto the ground,
I marvel at the peace I’ve found.
In Christ I see
Who I’m to be.
He shows me how
To matter now.
When I am lost,
By error tossed,
I see He’s here,
The Spirit, near.
Perhaps your way
Is not to pray,
And such belief
Just brings you grief.
To you I say
That that’s okay.
Just try to find
What peace of mind
Will set you free
To love and be.
You won’t be liked and that’s okay;
Embrace your true Self anyway.
One can’t account for ev’ry voice
Before they fin’lly make a choice.
Speak what words are on your heart,
Or hold your tongue (a sacred art).
Opt in and out just as you please;
Let no one make you ill at ease.
The world outside will always spin
It’s lies, but do not let them in.
Dress and speak and live your Light,
And guard your Peace with all your might.
As I eye the path ahead,
Not sure of where I’m being lead,
I recall it matters not,
And keep on walking, lost in thought.
The path will go where it will go,
And it is not for me to know.
This is the magic of the trail.
When all controlling efforts fail,
One is left to simply “do.”
Of life and hiking, this is true.
