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Location:Texas, USA Naturalized US Citizen of Irish extract -   Fixed Wing and Helo trucker.Interests: "The Absurdity of Man". I am a proud supporter of Blarney, Nonsense, and Hooey. I enjoy being a chopper jockey, and trying to figure the world, people and belief systems out. I'm just not very good at it, so it keeps me real busy. I scribble, blog, run this website, mess with rental houses, ride motorbikes, and read as much as I can. I went solo 44 years ago, and I like to say I'm gonna get me a real job one day. When I grow up. ("but not just yet, Lord, not just yet") For my aviation scribbles see enjoy! I wish you Peace in your Life. May you always walk with the sun on your face, and a breeze ruffling your hair. And may you cherish a quiet wonder for our awesome Universe. Life isn't always good. But it is always fascinating. Never quit.
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Peak Awareness

Peak Awareness

Standing on this craggy peak, high above the valley floor, alone, buffeted by the wind,  I stretch out my arms to you.
I strain for you.
I reach for you, on tip toes.
I ache for you.

I know your Love. I feel it.  I sense your touch.

The sun shines on me. The wind playfully ruffles my hair.  The mountains stand witness.  Overhead, eagles soar, and the vast expanse of Sky bears testimony.  I can see for fifty miles.

I hesitate what to call you.
Do I call you Teacher? Jesus?  Lord?  Master?  God?  Allah? Jehovah?

None of the above!?

What then?

I strain to listen. I shut my eyes with the intensity.
For a long time, there is Silence.  I trust you. If you will not speak,  I will wait. I am patient. I know my place. I am small. I am limited. I trust you. I would like to know what to call you, but it does not matter.  I can get by, not knowing.

I will depart now. It's a long hike down this mountain.  I would like to stay here with you, on this mountain. I would like to prolong this exquisite moment. This heartfelt longing.  This sense of closeness. This sense of Peace. If I could, I would stay here with you forever.  Just to be in your Presence. But I must go. Grateful for the Silence. Grateful for the Enormity I sense.

I will go now.
I shall take with me the word I feel impressed upon my heart.
The word I had not thought of.
Until this moment.

Yes. That is what I shall call you.  From now on.

My Friend...

Francis Meyrick

Last edited by Francis Meyrick on June 16, 2013, 5:17 pm
We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
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