to walk in beauty
every day we live is audacious,
entropy calls to us to let go,
the couch wants to swallow us in its lethargy,
foods murmur to us to just give in to them,
our screens are just as desired as our food
to capture our eyes, our time, our self,
tomorrow my wife and I hope to walk hard up a mountain,
even though the sunset and sunrise on top
might not get past the gray of the cloud,
even though ice might come at us,
even though snow might come at us,
rain might dampen our spirits,
as long as we are able, as long as we can,
we want to walk in beauty,
and find ourselves to be who we still are,
still striving.
by Henry H. Walker
November 2, ‘21
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