A View From The Perch

I’m a restless soul, I be.

Not much for drink or gin.

I travel continents from sea to sea.

For it’s your spirit that moves within.

Open doors and face your fears.

March on and never stop.

Run through valleys with sweat and tears.

Drop your pride and rage to ascend to the top.

Riding dusty roads across the plains.

Saddled with courage and fortitude.

I trudge on through the heavy rains.

As the path ahead gains altitude.

Trails I trek high and low.

I hop on stones toward the peak.

Storms may break, but I never slow.

Exploring distant lands is not for the faint or weak.

Miles on miles, I’m weary and worn.

Moving forward through trials and tests.

My clothes are tattered and torn.

The light ahead draws me towards peace and rest.

I opened the Book, and there you are.

You say not to worry and show no fear.

You guide my steps near and far.

I call your name, and you hear.