Trudging along it seems this path goes on forever
Has it been that many years since I’ve been here, now?
The sharp rocks cut and bloody me like a knife
As I clamber tiredly over them inches from the void
A hawk glides over close enough to touch
I see his sharp eyes, smell his hunting smell
When will I reach the top of the mountain
Or does this path go up to the moon?
The hoarfrost is freezing in nooks and crannies
I can hear and taste the biting of the wind
Divine Principle of the Universe, Ruler of all
Give me strength and courage to reach the summit
Chuck Connors, November 6, 2007