Backward glance,
I see triumphs
Joys with sweetness complete
Failures and losses
Broken hearts, making weak
The mountains stand tall
With rocky terrain
The view from on high
That could not be explained
Valleys, long hidden
Still the ache is recalled
Of the mist and the darkness
When hope’s vision was stalled
Many a climb
Still awaits to be trod
Thrills of decent
Made with ease or a slog
The dark will encroach
As it did once before
so with rear-view reminder
Return again to the shore
Of the land that is newness
Respite from the swell
Washed by the tumult
A fresh form to compel
When at last all is done
And at journey’s great end
Take the form life was moulding
A soul that none can rescind
29/1/2019