New Poem for a New Day

I like Umberto Eco's concept of a personal library as a place where you haven't read all the books - this means that further magical discoveries await you there! I am having a prune of my own library but find myself stopping to read things I've never properly looked at before. Found a poem by Dag Dag Hammarskjöld today which I like very much, from his book 'Markings'. These were his personal musings on life and faith and were only published after his death in a mysterious plane crash in 1961. He was a great peace-keeper, as Secretary General of the United Nations. Anyway, here is the poem that opens 'Markings':

I am being driven forward
Into an unknown land.
The pass grows steeper,
The air colder and sharper.
A wind from my unknown goal
Stirs the strings
Of expectation.

Still the question:
Shall I ever get there?
There where life resounds,
A clear, pure note
In the silence.

The photo is taken from my trip to Siberia; these are the Sayanni Mountains