Adventure’s End

I come to the end of this beautiful tale
After coming so far through perilous trails.

Mountains we climbed, valleys we raided;
We weathered the storms that never abated.

Together we fought the mighty, great beasts,
For treasures untold, and gluttonous feasts.

Though no gold or emeralds were found,
The friendship we had was never set down.

“Thick and thin”, says the saying of old times past,
Of comrades and squires who were faithful to the last.

Heartaches and troubles we faced side-by-side,
Enduring, supporting, always “semper fi.”

As the story ends and we set the book down,
Move on with our lives in quiet, little towns,

I feel sad and forlorn, yet satisfied still,
With the stories we wrote with our hearts and our wills.

Those novels of life will never grow old,
The people and places will always be told.

I will miss every page of all that has happened;
The book has now closed, the adventure has ended.

I just finished reading some excerpts of Don Quixote, and we got to the end of our reading finally, and I found the end very sadening, but happy in a way. When I read a good book, I know it’s a good book when it ends and I’m happy, but also sad. Happy how it ended, but sad that it did end. It is a bittersweet feeling, having “lived” the adventures in the book, saying goodbye to all the characters you got to know in the book.
Life is kinda like a book. There are chapters that contain sections and seasons of life and its events, some of them good, some of them bad. I grow attached to characters in my story, and I miss them when they’re gone. Every person in my story is important, because they all have stories too. Every person has a story; which makes me wonder, What part do I play in someone else’s story? Will I be remembered fondly, or as an antagonist? Will my story be worth reading? Will it be an epic, tragedy, comedy, or somewhere in between? Only God knows the answer to that one, as He is the ultimate author of everything.
I’ve been working on writing a novel for some time now, and it always seems to end up getting scrapped. This time seems different though and I might actually finish it. It will still be a while though as I’m still in school, though I do not have too many years left. Let’s see if I can finish it and publish it before I graduate.

Speed of Change

Sunlight shone on the path as we started, The warmth on our backs and the trail before us.

Sunlight shone on the path as we started,
The warmth on our backs and the trail before us.

Long was our quest, and far was our goal, To make it all the way, we must be bold.

Long was our quest, and far was our goal,
To make it all the way, we must be bold.

The road changed quickly, much faster than we thought; We were not expecting to be climbing over rocks!

The road changed quickly, much faster than we thought;
We were not expecting to be climbing over rocks!

Some of us fell, out of thirst and hunger, Others kept going, prodding us onward.

Some of us fell, out of thirst and hunger,
Others kept going, prodding us onward.

As we went ever upward, into the valley, Heaven's floodgates opened up, but we hardly did tary. We quickened our pace, to reach the high top, But alas, for the rain made it all naught. Overlooking this valley, I see the mysteries, of life and love, how they can appear so quickly. Like the rain that came quickly, from nowhere it seemed, So love, life and laughter, all come without warning. Prepare for the rain, by packing rain gear, prepare for your life, by seeking God here. Prepare for a laugh, have a net handy, and prepare for love, which borders insanity.

As we went ever upward, into the valley,
Heaven’s floodgates opened up, but we hardly did tary.
We quickened our pace, to reach the high top,
But alas, for the rain made it all naught.
Overlooking this valley, I see the mysteries,
Of life and love, how they can appear so quickly.
Like the rain that came quickly, from nowhere it seemed,
So love, life and laughter, all come without warning.
Prepare for the rain, by packing rain gear,
Prepare for your life, by seeking God here;
Prepare for a laugh, have a net handy,
And prepare for love, which borders insanity.

Now we are here, in this life so sunny and warm, All friends, all family, all quite adventuresome.

Now we are here, in this life so sunny and warm,
All friends, all family, all quite adventuresome.

Sailing the Unknown

Sailing the Unknown

Captain Milo Lupholt Log:
June 29th, 2013

The crew boarded me vessel, the Nautilus II, no more than an hour after dinner. They were a bunch o’ the silliest looking greenhorns I ever laid eyes up! Was hard put to it, tryin’ to keep a straight face as I went over the rules of me ship. Only have myself and five other real crew-members worth mentioning, the others’ll be shark-bait before the mornin’s half done.

We shoved off after the preliminary talking to. It was looking to be a foggy, dangerous night. Could hardly see but a few feet with all the fog that’d set in that mornin’. A few clicks out, we were out o’ the fog and into a bright, sunlit evening.¬†Took us a right long time to reach our destination, the dangerous waters near the ancient volcano, Mount Augustine. Had a young greenhorn sitting right in front of me captain’s window, had to tell ‘im to move. He sat up at the bow of the boat for close to an hour, mostly alone, enjoying the ocean it seemed. The sun was out, the waves reflecting it like a million brilliant stars in the sea; I hadn’t long to wonder why he was out there.

Upon arriving, we set about getting the crew ready to load up the ship with halibut. I had hoped to have a few more experienced bodies on board in case things went south, but ya play with what yer dealt. The crew began, and it wasn’t until around midnight we had the number I’d set. They were awful clumsy, like they’d ne’er held a rod before! I bet my landlubber of a granny could set and reel better than half those scallywags! I must admit, it was quite entertainin’ at times, watchin’ em fall and flop all over the deck…

Hit our limit and the crew went into the hold. Some slept, others only tried to sleep. Felt sorry for some of the poor old un’s, but there’s not much a capt’n can do on the sea. Without the Lord on board to stop the sea a churnin’, they’d have to weather the waves like any old sea dog.

Woke early the next morning, got the crew up as well. It was dark, with a shallow ceiling and 4 or so foot waves. It rocked us mighty fierce, made it difficult to find a decent place. We set off at a brisk pace for a good spot to drop the lines. Took me a couple tries, but finally happened on a venerable trove of the fish. It was the strangest sight I ever did see though, when that green crew got five lines tangled together on the first drop! I was astounded! One of the lines even ‘ad a fish, which the poor fellow lost in the confusion.

The crew was reeling them in quick, only had trouble with one greenhorn after all the others had met their quoata. He’d lost at least 5 baits to the fish and come up empty-handed every time! Fellow had awful luck fishing, didn’t seem to bug ‘im much though. The crew decided to ‘elp ‘im out and they decided to all try and set a hook fer the lad. Well no sooner had the let their lines down, then they all three had fish biting! The boy had his choice of the largest of three fish in the end, that being the one on his own pole.

After that, we set off for home. It took us about 2 to 3 hours to make it back. The skies looked threatening, but we didn’t meet a squall the whole time. Made it back with the crew not very much the worse off. We unloaded everything on the dock, and the new crew left. I wonder if they’ll ever be back, silly to think I may run into them again. It’s a vast ocean, but a small world, mayhaps our courses will cross someday. Well, it’s been a long day, time for some shut-eye…

End of Captain Milo Lupholt’s Log

Looking Up

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We kept to the path,
Straight as a knife;
Continuing on,
Finally arrived.
But looking back now,
On the trail we tread;
It wasn’t the goal,
Pushing us ahead.
I see now what inspired me,
What helped me every step;
The gentle voice, the strong arms,
Of a friend helping me up.
When I stumbled,
Every time I tripped;
They held my hand,
A loving, firm grip.
When I became discouraged,
The climb too hard;
They were there to encourage,
“Look up! Take heart!”
Looking up, all I saw,
Was the long, long path;
My friend smiled, shook their head,
“Look higher than that!”
So I moved my gaze upwards,
Up into the sky;
What wonders I beheld,
Oh how beautiful the sight!
I forgot all my worries,
My struggles and my falls;
God had given me new hope,
New energy He installed.
The sky met the ground,
At the horizon they said hello;
I look at that horizon now,
Wherever I go.
On that path so difficult,
With potholes, rocks, and sand;
God taught me something important,
To “Look up”, “Look higher”, by the voice of a friend.

Adventure Planet

Adventure Planet

Many days ago, I looked in the distance.
And saw a great mountain, and promised to climb it.
Across deserts and hills, streams and mountains;
‘Til I reached that peak, of so great a foundation.
The trials and hardship, of every step foward,
Great sorrow and anguish, when I backslid down further.
Running, walking, hiking, and climbing;
On all fours, I continued crawling.
Onward I pushed, for I knew the reward;
Of enduring to the end, the end of this world.
Life is an adventure, unknown and exciting;
Every day a surprise, God’s will He’s unveiling.
I struggled and pushed, past sweat and blood;
Every inch of pain, every minute so far.
I would not have made it far, without the Lord’s hand;
He gave a Comforter, and he gave me some friends.
Friends so faithful, loving and kind;
My fellow comrades, ’til the day that I die!
We made it at last, to the top of the peak;
overlooking the sands, some hills, and some streams.
In glory we meet our loving Creator;
Who died, and rose, and became our dear Savior.
This dream I do have, is in the near future;
It feels so real at the end of this adventure.
I look all around, at my friends and family;
And think of the adventure, that is only just beginning…

Mountains of Life’s Journey

Mountains of Life's Journey

Difficult climb to the top of the mountain,
First step, next grip, keeps the momentum;
Search for the peak, the head of a titan,
One trial, one path, and my determination.
Struggles met on the narrow, steep ridge,
Temptations and trials, all seem authentic;
Stay to the trail, don’t fall off a cliff,
A lion waits at the bottom, hungry and quick!
At last at the top, or so it would seem,
On a ledge I did look at the distant scene…
A giant among dwarfs loomed beyond me,
Flaunting, harassing, and curiosity provoking.
“Someday,” I say, with utmost certainty,
“I will reach that peak at the end of my journey.”