Where's the Top of Our Mountain?

Tick...tick...tick...time is a blur.

In these final days before I go;
I'm not so certain I'll make the show.

The days seem crunched, so much to do;
I guess a good thing...no thinking it through.

Away from all which provides my norm;
that in itself creates a storm.

But all around a calm is found;
a sense of peace muffles my sounds.

Its no big mystery, but confusing at times;
the answers unseen like wind in the chimes.

We know it's there but unable to see;
the breeze that blows and ruffles the leaves.

Its power, its might remind me how small;
our lives such a speck in the scheme of it all.

But value and worth aren't our jobs to make,
our Creator has never known a mistake.

For perfection is His and failure I'll be;
with Him there's a new man forming in me.

I give all I have and eagerly wait;
for answers and hope...the journey I'll make.

~Andy