Lost in the Mountains

Hairpin turns, no guardrails in sight.
A 3000 foot drop into the blackness of night.
Miles upon miles; screeching tires, a screaming wife,
And then a valley with a cities light.

Starving and tired from our harrowing trial.
We found a steakhouse with nourishment
And a waitress with a sweet smile.

Her name is Kirstin and she spoke in almost a tone of hush.
Her wisdom was beyond her years
And the sweet softness of her voice gave these weary travelers a gentle touch.

Further as we spoke,
I felt the reason of her gentleness,
When she voiced her dreams;
Dreams filled of ailing children’s hearts;
Dreams of restoring family’s gripped by illness and torn apart.

Yes Kirstin is special and she truly touched our hearts.
We wish for this sweet lady,
All the best in her lifelong quest.

J. Allen Wilson © 5/18/2013

Kristin, you especially touched my heart with your love for children,
Where I once too, dreamed of working with them too.
I allowed my dreams to be crushed by hardships of life.
Please, Please, do not let your dreams die, as I let my candle burn out.

Jan ;~)