Opening Poem

(This originally appeared on the insert of the recording)

We have scaled many mountains,
Embraced on the tips of high summits,
We have stared, frozen with fear at sheer stone faces,
And impenetrable places,
That seemed impossible to endure.
Yet we survive,
Balancing in a keyhole of light,
With a choice,
To fall, to rest, to climb.

© 1991