My Journey

poem by: Ruth Temple
Written on Apr 28, 2016

My Journey

An ice-blue sky frames the snowy peaks below
The aeons old Matterhorn stands proud in a sun-filled glow
The Alpine train snakes through a forest of trees
Wending its way with consummate ease

High into the mountains a spectacular scene
A carpet of white amongst sprinkles of green
Gondolas weave across a maze of wire
Eager skiers suspended higher and higher

Gorges so deep set senses on edge
Looking down in awe so close to the ledge
Waterfalls seep through the mountains’ veins
A continual flow that never wains

The power of nature surrounds us all
Inspiring and humbling we feel so small
Yet chalets abound in these mountainous climes
Where people have lived since olden times

Where mountaineers dreams have not ended well
And history tells of those that fell
Zermatt’s cobbled streets ooze with charm
Horse drawn carriages, clean air, so calm

As the Gornergrat Bahn continues to rise
My mind gently wanders with tears in my eyes
I gaze from the window and find that I’m led
To thoughts of my sister that fill my head

How much she loved this beautiful place
I feel her with me see her smiling face
We ‘share’ the journey throughout the day
I follow her footsteps in my measured way

For so many years she lapped up the sun
Walked on these paths, laughed with everyone
Her pleasure in hearing joyful birdsong
En route to joining the lunchtime throng

Now I’m doing the same as she
Not taking her place but just being me
A me that’s emerging from sadness and pain
To recalibrating and starting again

I miss her more than she’ll ever know
But in moving forward I must let go
New beginnings beckon with much to excite
The road is uncharted but I’m trusting the light
 
Ruth Temple
April 2016

 

Tags: rhyme, faith, deep, encouraging,

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Frank Hornby . commented:
Beautiful, Beautiful poem Ruth....I felt every word..........and your pain...

 

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