You spoke to me
across time.
Told me I was long past
my day.
Call me,
to the mountains, Lord
and I’ll find my way.
In winter snow,
deep and cold,
in summer’s burning heat;
I’ll come to you,
when I hear you call.
My work here is complete.
I’ve seen this world,
and I’ve done the things
that needed to be done.
I stood strong
in times where I was needed,
and disappointed some.
I come to you, now.
I hear your call.
To the mountain,
I shall make my way.
My time on this Earth
has come to an end.
My final journey
starts today.
HG – 2020
