In the still, dew-filled morning we climbed
Bushes, teasing butterflies,
Hidden pathways, elusive waterfalls
Gorges, falling rocks
Higher we go, higher and higher
To the edge.
When we arrive
Sun on our faces
Moss under our feet
A wonderous sight.
We know we must return
Knowing it was worth the climb
We know we never left …
path
Enough
Come sit in the grass
All your pain, it is enough
Listen to the wind, the trees
Listen to your silent voice
Come with all your fears and sorrows
Little precious child of God
Take one step and then another
On the path that is not there
To the non existing goal
And come home from worried pasts
In the not existing now …