Here is a poem I wrote the other day while hiking.

Mazes never cease

Trees whisper

Light penetrates my soul

Intelligence illuminates my mind

Rungs of experience

Rope of pain

Slowly build the ladder of life

Climbing her stones

 

Proudly stand, and look

Labyrinth walls descend below

Fingers reach toward heaven

Pinch the lip

Pull firmly, you’re almost there

Victory

 

Faces in the cracks

Wander and stumble through cold stone

Count the swells

The ocean of gratitude grows

Waves of humility pull me back

We must help them

The river of charity never dries.