A Pilgrimage

Author’s Note:  The year 1997  was huge in my journey.  It was a year of multiple reversals — personal, professional, financial, and health.  Excruciating to say the least!   Even in that, it was a year of tremendous personal and spiritual growth.   In the summer of 1998, seeking respite, recovery, and renewal, I literally “took off” and lived and worked in Grand Teton National Park for four and a half months.  Even though I had lost approximately 50% of my sight, I gained a new vision and perspective on life and who I was in this life.  I wrote this poem sitting on the “rocky” beach at Jackson Lake shortly before I made the return trip home. 

The Walk
Jackson Lake Beach
Grand Tetons

 I walked along the rocky beach
And sat upon the hard cold rocks.
The graceful gull adorned the sky.
The stately fir stood up as high.
I looked across the waters still
And heard the waves come at my feet.

The mountains soared; the waters roared.
The sun shone warm upon my back.
Alpine winds sang a constant song.
My heart was filled; my soul felt peace
As I walked along that rocky beach.

I climbed the heights of mountain trails.
Through rocks and roots I did prevail.
And, Oh, the bear!  At first he ran,
But then he turned and took a stand.
I snapped a shot.  My heart did pound!
Keep mov’in along that mountain trail.

Yes, the mountains soared; the waters did roar.
The sun shone warm upon my back.
Alpine winds sang a constant song.
My heart was filled; my soul knew peace
As I climbed the heights of mountain trails.

The work was steady; some days hard.
The folks were grand, as most folks are.
Life in the dorm was tough at first,
But I settled in and made some friends.
Didn’t sleep much; learned to live without a tub!

The mountains soared; the waters roared.
The sun shone warm upon my back.
Alpine winds sang their constant song.
My heart was filled; my soul found peace
As I lived these days at Colter Bay.

Now I could tell so many a tale
Of man and sights along the way
Of life and work at Colter Bay.
Fear and laughter,  joy and sorrow
As new life and death came our way.
And through it all the story remains.

Yes, the mountains soared; the waters roared.
The sun shone warm upon my back.
Alpine winds sang their constant song.
My heart filled; my soul at peace
As I lived and walked beneath the peaks.
Those Grand Tetons — God’s gift to me.

Jackson Lake, Wyoming        Summer 1998

Jackson Lake, Wyoming
Summer 1998

 

 

Posted on December 6, 2013, in Nature, Spirituality and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Beautiful! I’m so glad you are sharing your writings.

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