Still Be Climbing… Poem by Bill Galvin

No longer wondering how some lives go by;
No longer waiting… hopeful for some reply;
No longer longing, then closing, with a sigh;
Be simply breathing clean air, in a clear blue sky.

Still be climbing up that next mountain peak,
To drink at the source, so fresh and so sweet;
Up there, where no question be too bleak…
And… where no answer be incomplete.

Still be of this earth, but, so nearer the Sun;
Doors of perception left unlocked and ajar;
Open to the sights and sounds of the One;
Still be on the ground, but, so nearer the Stars.

October 2016 (A hike up trails on Mount Monadnock)