After father and I were alone, he invited me numerous times during the summers to go again up on the dear old sheep range and again ride up to the mountain top to watch the sunsets. Life is very much like the climbing of a mountain: we must reach the heights before we can behold the view. So in like manner do we all (make the) same journey. How can we afford then to judge each other? We must consider the distance we have climbed. We don’t all reach the same pinnacle of wisdom. God’s promise, that the higher we climb, the smaller become the things of earth, like fears, doubts, envy, selfishness, and faultfinding. Let these things never come to our dear and lovely family.
At the loss of them all
Not lost, but gone from its strong, brick walls.
Out into the world to mingle with men
What could we say to the last of them?
Our little boy, only half grown I’m sure,
Said, “it’s the Airforce
It will offer me more.”
We talked, we expressed,
O stay home a while
We wanted to think
He was just a child.
Our home and our hearts would empty be
But I guess we were thinking selfishly,
Our pleading didn’t succeed
But our little boy did
He built with his might
All the goals that he bid
He wore with pride
That uniform blue
When he came home to give us a view.
And we gazed with pride
At our little boy, man
He had conquered thus far
He can conquer again – 1952
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