To my Heart on an Upward Trail

To my Heart on an Upward Trail was composed on a wilderness trail in Bryce National Park. The author's heart was overflowing with gratitude to be alive and viewing such overpowering, majestic beauty, given the fact that a serious cardiac problem and a quintuple bypass operation were life-threatening and he was highly blessed to be recovering well. What joy to witness the glory of God's amazing creation—everything perceived by our miraculous senses an astonishing miracle, from a blade of grass to a bluebird and a little baby's smile and kiss—wonders on the earth below and the heavens above.

In a relatively inexpensive but attractive metal (silver) and glass frame. Dimensions: 8-1/4 x 10". Can be placed on a shelf or hung from a wall.

To my Heart on an Upward Trail

                                                  Old heart, for ten years and three score,
                                                  your beat has kept alive our eyes
                                                  to rapt behold, in awe descry,
                                                  God's works sublime and leap and soar.

                                                  Old heart,
                                                  Pump o'er and o'er as heretofore,
                                                  till your last beat as life's light dies
                                                  drapes black two mirrors, dying eyes;
                                                  then swell with joy as oft before.

                                                  And overflow with love once more
                                                  for cherished friends and loved ones by
                                                  your strings so tighty to us tied
                                                  so fondly at your very core.

                                                  Old heart,
                                                  Rememb'ring whose heart burst, to sore-
                                                  ly tried, our souls with love to buy,
                                                  burst for such love... such glory nigh:
                                                  to live with him and die no more.

                                                  With ev'ry pore, for this and more...
                                                  for eyes, for ties, for life for aye...
                                                  give thanks and burst for joy and die,
                                                  old heart of mine, as you adore.

                                                                        —Wendell Herbert Hall