Wandering through the peaks and valleys of belief, passion, and all that other good and terrible stuff

Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountain is going home; that wildness is necessity; that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life. -John Muir

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God’s Grandeur

THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.

It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;

It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil

Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;

And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;

And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil

Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

And though the last lights off the black West went

Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent

World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

-Gerard Manley Hopkins

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Manoa Falls

Posted on June 3, 2011December 29, 2015Categories Hawaii, Hiking, Other HikesLeave a comment on Manoa Falls

Snoqualmie Point Poem

Facing every direction
I hold up outstretched hands
Against endless dark lines of trees
Silhouetted by the reflection
Of young spring sunlight
On winter’s last icy snow
The trail packed and pock-marked
Owls begin to call
With voices like haunted women
And my feet find little purchase
As I run
Along the slick path
Alone