What I'm Fighting For

You don't know
You don't understand
You have not been there
And your actions betray you anyways.

While the snowflakes fall
Slowly to the earth
I know peace.

I am nothing here
And you have made sure that I feel it
I am nothing here
And your words are a cruel hollow joke.

In the wind blowing
Chapping my skin and bringing hard the cold
I know peace.

I may fall soon
And it will be nothing to you
For sometimes you have to break someone to make someone
And I need breaking.

Not all loads are a burden
Not all work saps your soul
I remain restless until I find rest in thee.

The Simple Life

Life in the mountains is so simple. The hardest decisions are hard in a way that is usually categorically different from actual life. You just need to stay warm, eat food, drink water, and try to climb something (which amounts to going up). You talk to friends in camp (as in this picture of me and Frank somewhere in the Deltas) and when you succeed or turn around, you just go back to the car and drive home. Why life seems so much different back in town I may never know.

Dream

Long ago I had a dream
And in it I was happy still
And though the masses always teem
I drank and ate and had my fill.

Deeper still I look this day
deeper in the heart I fear
And in that place I find the dream
But I don't know if it's far or near.

Waking slow I rise to walk
And feel the sun upon my face
Sweet Jesus Here I look to you
For the strength to run the race.