Yes, this is around 10 pm. These are adventures in Alaska: where sunsets last forever, and friends even longer…
A place where the mountaintops see the curve of the world, where the sunlight spans the horizons like a river of gold…
Where the light finds its way into every crack, and every rock glistens in glimmering black…
A place where selfies sideline the panorama, and a place where every day is an adventure bonanza.
P.S. – We didn’t get off the mountain until midnight, and it was still light until about 1 am (we had dinner after we got down at a local restaurant).
On a walk through sunny shade,
The wind whispers gently through the trees;
The path before, like lemonade,
Yellow, golden, fallen autumn leaves.
Even in these quiet times;
There are changes so uncertain;
Yet God still gives us sunshine.
The clouds of doubt are now broken.
Once the leaves from trees have all fallen,
To the floor of the forest so far;
Once they darken, and their gold is stolen,
How barren the birch trees now are.
The leaves will grow back after a season,
Even though the trees appear dead.
Just so, every scar, bruise, and grievance,
Will heal after time trods ahead.
Take heart, have faith, seek Christ right now;
Though now may seem so sorrowful.
Time will tell what, when, and how;
The spring will bring something wonderful.
And so I find comfort, on a walk,
Through the shadows of today;
I thank God, for the lessons I’m taught;
As I walk on a golden pathway.
The day was gloomy,
My heart, distraught;
It seems that’s the norm,
like it, or not.
Every smile is a frown,
No matter how pleasant;
The world’s upside-down,
An unpleasant fragrance.
I step outside to walk around,
From one place to another;
The sun hits me, hot and round;
I look up in awestruck wonder.
A sky of ocean blue,
The paths of snowy white;
My thoughts have been subdued,
And doom doth run in fright.
Though my heart is hurting,
My thoughts, all a mess;
God is faithful, never-changing,
Every day He does bless.
Look up when your heart is down,
Find the path of light;
Jesus Christ will, low, bend down,
Take your hand, and lead you right.
Our failures will always disappoint,
Every blunder, goof-up, and mistake;
We make them often, fall down hard,
That’s when, Christ’s hand, we take.
As I look at the clouds in the air,
The beautiful, brilliant sunshine;
I realize God made a path for me there,
To wander in the sky.
The bright sunny day, fades away in the west;
Slowly it dims, until only darkness is left.
We keep ourselves busy throughout the day,
When night finally comes, we sleep right away.
Right as the sun reaches the horizon so low,
Gold fills the sky, with a crimson-orange glow.
Every eye can see this painting in the sky,
No matter how far, we see the canvas light.
As you lay your head down, to rest tonight,
think about the times, think about our life.
The worries of today bring stress to tomorrow;
God lifts the burdens if we give Him our sorrow.
For right when we think the light is all gone,
A brilliant, gold glow, suddenly comes on!
At last we rest, so peacefully tonight;
content with today, and tomorrow looking bright.
We kept to the path,
Straight as a knife;
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.