I just don't know anymore the things I used to,
before I climbed life's questions
and found the mountains beyond that ever rise,
that rise until you can hear eternity
in the wind there.
I no longer climb,
there's no need to waste the time.
The mountains march away from me
and I can only just begin to see
that God's hand that shaped this rugged land.
Somehow the wind empties me
of the wondering drive that always drove me on
and now I just wait and listen.
gallagher
21 Oct 76
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —