Labyrinth

[Donald James 83]

(A visit to the priory in Weston Vermont)

 

 

 

I take a single step

onto the path,

grass and weed underfoot,

stones marking the way.

I came expecting the complex

and received

simplicity.

 

For what shall I pray

and what canonized words

should I use?

‘Our Father in heaven,’

but this discourse

points toward my needs.

My prayers have already been heard.

 

I surrender

to the world around me,

untouched by the progress

of today and yesterday.

I surrender to the silence

where the Spirit’s voice

is amplified

and I am left without petition.

 

My final step,

reached after meditation well spent,

listening to the voice

of my creator,

He who has counted the hairs on my head,

He who has said come

and in the quiet

has given me rest.

 

 

Donald P James Jr 2019

[Jared Williams 807]

beautiful! 

[MaryAnn Diorio 56]

A poem of depth and beauty.  Thank you for sharing it.