It’s a long path,
with bends out of sight
and dense fog on most days,
so I concentrate on my steps
and on knowing You within them.
Today:
a lightness,
a slower pace,
a reflection of the satisfied joy
that makes the trees burst with color;
and You:
the unencumbered Air,
the Pause for awareness,
the Smile and wild Ecstasy
in the simple ordinariness of autumn.
Tomorrow:
a driving rush,
a distraction of time,
a reaching toward the day’s end
even before I fully enter its beginning;
and You:
the Impatient,
the full Moment in every minute,
the Birthing Mother frustrated by labor
and eager for the arrival, the completion.
Some days:
a weariness,
a stressed heavy pace,
a sadness over paths not taken
with all of their imagined possibilities;
and You:
the Stillness of rest,
the Well of a world’s tears,
the Only One containing all knowledge
of what may be and what may never be.
It’s a long path,
with bends out of sight
and dense fog on most days,
so I concentrate on my steps
and on knowing You within them.