We struggle on our unknown journey

Living life in all its fierceness,

Birth and death and joy and pain

We struggle on our unknown journey,

Sometimes lost and found again.

We are indeed like lambs to slaughter

Death will be our final goal.

But while we live,let us live bravely.

Let us not destroy our souls.

Climbing in the hills and moorlands

In the heather, children play.

The sun half blinds me with its light

Yet still I see the given way.

I received a call to climb.

These hills are my essential home.

My vocation is to dwell here

While in the silence,mind may roam.

Noise in cities is destructive.

Though nature’s fierce,it’s also true.

Struggling on life’s craggy slopes

I offer up my words to you.