Jul 21 2007
Lost In Present
I recently journeyed with my son to Whitefish, Montana. There we experienced the grandeur of
Glacier National Park, hiking through patches of snow to view Hidden Lake.
We fished on Flathead Lake, wandered through the Trail of Cedars on our way to Avalanche Lake
canoed on the Whitefish River, cycled along on a former railroad right-of-way for ten miles, and so much more.
The theme of the following poem might not surprise you, a theme I encourage us all to experience daily.
“Lost In Present”
Lost in present
I don’t know
What day is Now.
No measurement
Intrudes, distracts,
Disturbs deep breathes,
Hiking to Logan’s Pass
Along trails of summer snow,
Each step reaches nearer
To temples wind-carved
Amidst rock slag summits,
Attended by nimble mountain
Sheep and goats shaggy
In early summer heat,
Puff clouds drift above
On thermals connected
To expansive blue stretching
Endless to eternity’s reach.
In step, each step, along a way,
No destination deters this journey,
No wonder – lost I am in present.
