"To seek the man whose pointing hand,
The giant step unfolds.
With guidance from the curving path,
That churns up into stone ..
If one bell should ring, in celebration for A KING;
So fast the heart should beat,
As proud the head with heavy feet.
Days went by when you and I, bathed in eternal summers ..."
Crossing a slickrock stretch of the Ridge Trail, my wife is drawn to the
NW face of Oak Creek Spire - kinda like a moth is drawn to a dream.
March 11, 2010