Thoughts at the Top of Mount Pilchuck

By Jane L. Fitzpatrick, (Spring 1980) We made it! This is it, the vast edge of eternity... I take a breath as a gentle, cool breeze rushes over my red cheeks. I breathe deeper, looking out over the rocky, rugged shadows, and I feel their ancient strength. Evergreens at the tree line poke their heads [...]

There is a Song

By Jane L. Fitzpatrick (April 8, 1980) Precious days,Flowing by,Loving times,Make me sigh. Gentle thoughts,Caress my mind,And this heart within,Feels fine. What a blessing,Have I now,To the Inner Peace,I bow... Bow my head,In gracious praise,For Spirit's light,Has filled my days. Can this love for allBe real?I only know,That Spirit heals. My faith won't waiver,In the [...]