A week after running the Bryce 100, I found myself lacing up
my Salomons under the pavilion at Ruffner Mountain. I had signed up for “Race
Against The Sun” (a very brutal 36m overnight Barkleyish type race) long before
I even knew I would be flying out to run Utah. After the 100, I had planned to
volunteer at the start/finish area… zero intentions of actually running the
race at all… heck I’d put in 10 miles earlier that afternoon and had a few
drinks by the pool with my long, lost BFF Rachel… but alas… race director Kyle
convinced me to at least come run one gnarly loop. I’m so glad I did. It was an amazing
course and I had a blast drinking and dancing all night at the start/finish
area with all my crazy trail obsessed friends.
A good friend of mine wasn’t running RATS but came to the
beginning of the race to mix and mingle in the excitement of the run. I say
good friend but that doesn’t really do him justice… he’s become more like a
brother. I saw him and his daughter in the parking lot and he told me he had
something for me. We walked over to his car and he handed me something wrapped
in newspaper.
“What’s this?”
He looked at me and said, “Let me explain how this all came
about… it’s crazy.”
My friend was downtown at a 2nd hand store
browsing and he came across some old postcards. He started looking through and
saw a “Utah” tab and for some reason, it grabbed his attention. He flipped through
a few postcards (5 to be exact) and stopped at the 6th one. Why is
this fact important? Only a handful of people on this rotating sphere know that
my favorite number is 6.
In the Bible, the number 6 symbolizes man and human
weakness… number 7 is the number of completeness and perfection…
I personally don’t want to be perfect. I don’t want to even
begin to try… what fun would it be to be perfect anyways?
“May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I
never be perfect.” - Fight Club -
In Tyler we trust.
Whoooooaaaaaa horsey… reel it back in Andrews… geez.
He stopped and read the postcard and it sent chills throughout
his body… much like the same ones I have currently… it was perfect. He went home, put together a picture frame
from some scrap wood, etched "Bryce 100" at the bottom, and placed the post card in the center.
I could have cried… but
to save face in front of the cute little blonde hanging from her dad's 4runner, I opted for a hug instead. This is seriously one of the most meaningful gifts I
have ever received. This .39 cent post card incased within a picture frame
crafted out of leftover scrap wood, holds more value than the buckle I brought
home from Bryce Canyon.
I wanted to share the poem from the post card… because if
you’re anything like me… you’ll enjoy it.
“Let This Be Heaven”
H.R. Merrill
Oh, God, let
this be heaven –
I do not ask
for golden streets
Or long for
jasper walls
Nor do I
sigh for pearly shores
Where
twilight never falls;
Just leave
me here beside these peaks,
In this
rough western land,
I love this
dear old world of Thine –
Dear God,
You understand.
Oh, God, let
this be heaven –
I do not
crave white, stainless robes,
I’ll keep
these marked by toil;
Instead of
straight and narrow walks
I love
trails soft with soil;
I have been
healed by crystal streams,
But these
from snow crowned peaks
Where dawn
burns incense to the day
And paints
the sky in streaks.
Dear God,
let this be heaven –
I do not ask
for angel wings –
Just leave
that old peak there
And let me
climb ‘til comes the night –
I want no
golden stair.
Then, when I
saw my last adieu
And all
farewells are given
Just leave
my spirit here somewhere
Oh, God, let
this be heaven!
This post
card was dated 1938 and pictures the Great White Throne in Zion National Park.
I seriously couldn't ask for better people to share this life with.
Till
tomorrow…
That's awesome.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful story Zach. You are a gifted and blessed person in many ways. I don't know you well but I am proud to call you friend.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this. I love that poem.
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