Three poems I wrote during my trip to the Carson National Forest with Wilderness Outreach.
Hard labor on the trailcausing selfishness to fail
die to self
for Him to live
t’was what the glorious trail did give.
God’s glory seen in every lightmorning, evening, flashing might
thin air to make the heart alight
God’s glory set my eyes to right
Brown and silver flash in morning sun
from comfort zone, himself is flung
to receive the gift of God most high
He and I must learn to fly
James M. Hahn, Author 