My son and husband climbed up the mountain we can see on our drive home and it reminded me of the time we decided the night before to do this hike as a family. We had ZERO idea what we were getting into and it was such an adventure. We had never been on a family hike before. Our youngest had just turned three.
A Memory of a Mountain
I come around a curve in the road
Driving home
And there it is
A towering mountain peak
Tall enough
When you stand on it
You can see the ocean.
One day our whole family
Climbed up
And up
Step by step
Through meadows of glory
Past a small lake
Past strangers who felt kinship
In the thinner air.
Down in the valley all was dry
Barren
We had almost forgotten lush green
As humans so easily do.
So up we climbed
Through brilliant green
Up to the blue.
Closer to God Himself
Well, that was how it felt.
Maybe I could finally reach
The hem of His garment
And be healed.
At the top
We gingerly looked out
Across the valley, over other mountains, holding children' hands
Eyes eager for the view of our reward
Somewhere down down below
Was our house
Our life
What victory to climb a mountain
With your family
How symbolic of our life
How hopeful
I ached for days
Muscles remembering
Heart full
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