By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

Like a stairway into the heavens,
The cold steel scaffolding invites me up.
A deer hunter's "remains" of days gone by and a long ago past.
One step at a time,
Higher and higher I ascend.
Above it all ... up here.
It's peaceful.
Familiarizing myself with new surroundings,
I exhale deep cloudy breaths,
 And survey this new hiding place.
Writing tools shall attend a future visit,
And shall visit this place with me again.
But today it is much too cold.
Another day,
Discoveries will be made and preserved with pen.
But this day my eye sees ...
And it is enough.
The cold is clarifying and electrifying to my soul.
Vision is unhindered, unhampered, and uninterrupted.
Contrasts communicate messages,
Speak of passages ... in the soul.
Miles of earth and plain,
Snow in the rough places of the wood,
And the bare soil and sod, a tender earthen covering, in others.
Naked trees lay stark and dark against a backdrop of white.
An impossibly, breathtakingly beautiful scene exposes herself,
Introduces herself to my soul.
Sunrise and sunset afforded,
An invitation extended and beckoning.
This private vantage point where my lens absorbs a distance far away,
And none but God,
Beside me.
It is as it should be ...
Deliberate. Intentional. Sacred.
This journey upward speaks to me,
The climb exhilarates me.
And I know ...
That our arrival on the high places springs from a vision that precedes.
And the climb which takes the effort,
Affords the view.
Feet follow focal point.
One step at a time ...
This journey upward.
The Lord God is my strength, and He will make my feet like hinds' feet, and He will make me to walk upon mine high places.
Habakkuk 3:19