We climbed for an hour in near total darkness to get above the Old Man of Storr for sunrise. Nothing prepared us for the drama we witnessed. ~ Gary Howells
Lifted
Sitting on the edge of darkness
the light seems very dim,
my heart is just a memory;
a faint aroma on a night of wind
Fear not I say, for this will pass;
the ancient cry of loneliness
is all that will beckon us,
when time has come at last
Weak and low I know not fear
for Love has kept me here;
sweetly, kindly, gently,
lifting me ever higher now,
brighter I become.
the light seems very dim,
my heart is just a memory;
a faint aroma on a night of wind
Fear not I say, for this will pass;
the ancient cry of loneliness
is all that will beckon us,
when time has come at last
Weak and low I know not fear
for Love has kept me here;
sweetly, kindly, gently,
lifting me ever higher now,
brighter I become.
Charlie Riverman Bergeron 1/15/11
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