Poem with Kwan-Yin

(The other day we were talking about Kwan-Yin, Goddess of Compassion, and it reminded me of this poem I wrote after meeting two women hiking as I was coming down from Mt Whitney on a hike I did as a fundraiser. I thought you might like it)

Coming down from Guyot Pass toward Rock Creek

I met Kwan-Yin

And her daughter

Who were hiking up to Guyot Creek.

They said they had five litres of water

And were not afraid.

I told them about Duchenne

And the treks we were on to end it

And that my grandson has it

But I am hiking for my daughter.

Kwan-Yin smiled and said

Blessings on your journey

And especially your daughter.

For the next two switchbacks

I could hardly walk for weeping.

If you can hear this without tears

Guyot Creek will never fall

Into Rock Creek

And there will be no end of weeping.

Gregg