Each valley of life has great mountains around
with sharp peaks and deep chasms throughout
And it takes much thought and strength and time
to sort them carefully out.
For some require a long tough climb
with brave guides and special gear;
And some aren’t even worth a look,
We build them ourselves – with fear…
We start with molehills….more little things –
Those tough bumps in life we find
Frustrations, failures, anger,
Create the Mt. Everests of our mind.
There’s always one that looked too high
It’s walls too sheer to scale;
Which caused us backward painful falls…
So may tries that failed.
Then think back again and remember well
What exuberant joy! What pride!
As you stopped and turned and thumbed your nose-
Climbing down the OTHER side!!!
But, there comes a time as we sort our gear,
And know though we’re out on our own…
That it takes more courage to ask for help
Than admit when we can’t climb alone.
Perhaps keeping score of mountains gone
Those conquered, dissolved with no trace…
Would help us prepare for those times we know
There’ll be tougher times we must face.
A hand reached out to hold the rope
So that someone else won’t fall…
You see you’ve scaled another one…
Without ever climbing at all!!
Then add a list of mountains still there
“equipment at fault we could say”
Who says we have to climb each one
Just because their in our way???
Perhaps just knowing when to wait,
Or finding another range,
Or settling in a new valley instead,
And waiting for weather to change.
How boring and plain all our valleys would be
If God hadn’t put into His plan
To place a few mountains – so tall, in our path
To challenge the courage of man.
~ Linda Whitney, 1984 ~