Mountains Top

[jerboa]

If I finally reach my mountains top
And seems I can't go on
I'll know the sky is only for birds
But whether I find that my wings are raised
Or that my knee's are graised
I'll know infinity
In the silent times
I slipped over the stones
Of lifes noisy streams
Listening to the birds humming
I'll know, I'll know this is home

[sparklekaz]

A lovely poem Jerboa. It speaks to me of the mountains many of us climb every day. As we navigate the trials and challenges of life; Its struggles and the wounds we incur along the way. The climb is not all strain and effort is it. We get those wonderful moments of peacefulness. I believe the harder the struggle, the sweeter are those rare moments of spiritual clarity and insight.

I'd like to think when we reach the top of our mountain, we are home and can rest. But my experience is, that each time we reach the summit, another mountain comes into view and so on it goes.

Love and light
Kaz