February 19, 2004
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Sierra
High on this brutal, gifted mountain,
The noise of its water like a hymn
The stars shining,
pure like nuns,
in their cathedral
I stand exhausted on the cold, gray rocks
- at last a pilgrim.(poem from 40 years ago on a 100-mile hike)
Deep Thought: I hope I never do anything to bring shame on myself, my family or my other family.
Today I am grateful for The inevitability of Spring
Comments (9)
Thanks for your comments about my sister… she had a rough nite.. with headaches… but I’m hopeful she’ll be ok. She’s young and strong.
You are such a talented poet. Each time I’ve read one of your poems, I am always thoroughly impressed and this was no exception. Infinite Blessings
nice…..
Beautiful visual on the poem. I’m a fellow pilgrim.
Wow, a 100-mile hike? It would probably take me 100 days to complete that.
–Scott
It was on the John Muir trail and took us 10 days.
Terrific poem. I felt like I was there. I like the religious metaphors, they are wholly apropriate.
Incredible poem. It’s simplicity defies the hardship of your journey.
My daughter attends a Catholic dayschool and I went to an Episcopal one as a child. Profound metaphors….