holding fast, deeply entwined into earth
border the path.
Markers, guiding those who walk.
Opposing messages uttered
as death and life intertwine.
Dirt trail, worn by ancient travelers,
weary and lighthearted alike.
A coal colored serpent
slides across our path.
We inhale sharply,
and exhale subsiding fears.
Steps trodden on twisting path.
Gravel and sand crunch beneath soles.
Above, light and shadow mingle
dancing in the breeze.
Trail edges steep cliffs,
descends narrowly through woods,
and crests open meadows.
Onward, we walk, or ride strong shoulders.
No matter the time
or method of travel,
at path's end,
the house of light beckons us
with an amazing view!
~ Dorie |
Today, I'm linking to Imperfect Prose, an amazing blog with words of encouragement and grace.
Where is this? gorgeous pictures, and described with such rhythm. Lovely post
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos and poetry to take me on this journey with you.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed it.
Blessings,
Janis
i love the image of riding strong shoulders. beautiful.
ReplyDeletedorie, it is so lovely to 'meet' you... i love the journey you've described, the light at the end of it all... your heart is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love your pictures! And your words are beautiful! :-)
ReplyDeleteSo very lovely! =)
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Sarah
Beautiful poetry. I particularly like the first photo. :)
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