Waiting at the Bottom of the Mountain — A Poem for My Friend

when I saw a man

skiing down a mountain

on youtube,

oh I remembered him 

my friend.

living in his own little, happy world

maybe that world is his dream,

but he chases it

with more motivation than most men breathe.

my friend

is full of wishes 

endless, flowing,

one after another,

and that never-ending list

is what keeps him alive.

hopes,

dreams,

goals,

conversations,

laughter 

all climbing upward.

as certain as the height of Everest,

I wish one day

he skis down from the highest point on earth 

and my heart would feel lighter,

happier,

like skydiving with God

with nothing to hold me down.

that would be enough.

my friend wants to ski a mountain,

and I’ll be there 

at the bottom,

waiting,

to greet him,

to celebrate him,

to hug him,

to lift him

for the dream he turned real.

oh my friend 

I would be so happy

to share that moment.

just name the mountain,

I will be there.

we will climb the hardship,

for the beauty,

for the shared view 

my friend,

and the mountains

will smile with us.

I hope he always smiles too,

and remains at that height 

free,

brave,

and shining.

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