Melting snows renew themselves on mountain tops so high
That they gather fast and solid
Beneath an angry sky.
So do souls brave, unafraid of life’s sharp winds that blow,
Standing permanent and firm,
Gathering like the snow.
Lagging spirits may rejoin life’s great marathon,
With eyes open to the sun,
Past life’s break of dawn.
Failures whip the snows of love that in time abound,
Holding fast the texture of
Fulfillments that surround.
Let new hope, love and desire blend in spite of strife,
Forming snows of sweet success
On mountain tops of life.