These pictures were taken last Friday from the top of MIllie HIll in Iron Mountain, Michigan.

Let me do my work each day;
And if the darkened hours of despair overcome me,
May I not forget the strength that comforted me
In the desolation of other times.
May I still remember the bright hours that found me
Walking over the silent hills of my childhood,
Or dreaming on the margin of the quiet river,
When a light glowed within me,
And I promised my early God to have courage
Amid the tempests of the changing years.
Spare me from bitterness
And from the sharp passions of unguarded moments.
May I not forget that poverty and riches are of the spirit.
Though the world may know me not,
May my thoughts and actions be such
As shall keep me friendly with myself.
Lift my eyes from the earth,
And let me not forget the uses of the stars.
Forbid that I should judge others,
Lest I condemn myself.
Let me not follow the clamor of the world,
But walk calmly in my path.
Give me a few good friends who will love me for what I am;
And keep ever burning before my vagrant steps
The kindly light of hope.
And though age and infirmity overtake me,
And I come not within sight of the castle of my dreams,
Teach me still to be thankful for life,
And for times olden memories that are good and sweet;
And may the evening’s twilight find me gentle still.
~Max Ehrmann (1872 – 1945)~
Another rainy day
I can’t recall having sunshine on my face
All I feel is pain
All I wanna do is walk out of this place
But when I am stuck and I can’t move
When I don’t know what I should do
When I wonder if I’ll ever make it through
I gotta keep singing
I gotta keep praising Your name
Your the one that’s keeping my heart beating
I gotta keep singing
I gotta keep praising Your name
That’s the only way that I’ll find healing
Can I climb up in Your lap
I don’t wanna leave
Jesus sing over me
I gotta keep singing
Oh You’re everything I need
And I gotta keep singing
~”Keep Singing” by Mercy Me~
Daylight waning,
Shadows falling.
Moon is rising,
Night winds calling.
Time drifts by
On silken wings,
Far and low
A song it sings.
It sings of love
And letters sent,
It sings of loss
And years misspent.
It sings of birth
As life begins,
It mourns as death,
Our journey ends.
It sings the melody
Of our lives
And sometimes makes us
Wonder why
We didn’t, when we
Had the chance,
Change the notes,
The refrain perhaps.
The past is gone,
It can’t be changed;
Look forward now
With knowledge gained.
Listen close in the
Hushed, still night
To the song of time
On its endless flight.
~Nancy A. Frydrych~
May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home
Mornie utúlië (darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië (darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now
May it be the shadows call
Will fly away
May it be you journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
Mornie utúlië (darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië (darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now
~”May It Be” by Enya~