Roads (Nowhere and Back)

My roads have been wide and unmarked
My roads have led to nowhere and back
My roads have been dead ends
My roads have been dark and black~
And I've wandered them like a blind man
Who makes his way in the dark~

I gravitate toward them in my seeking~
The same pointless and tricky paths
Walking over my old, worn footprints
Already tread on the path~
I walk their outline again and again
And never seem to weary retracing them~
I stare blankly at the footprints
And knowingly, stubbornly walk them again and again
And they still lead me nowhere and back~

Coming back from nowhere for the hundredth time
I know the way, but it is a struggle to get there
I am easily distracted
I am easily persuaded
I am easily drawn away to other roads~
I awkwardly attempt the steps
That will get me back to You~
I must keep trying
Fighting my stubbornness
Fighting my nature
Fighting my blindness~

Photo credit - Salumith Wulfing,

"Toward The Summit" (Vers Le Sommet)

Joy

I will never tire of the wind,
be it a cold winter blast
that takes me off guard
with it's bitterness,
or an exhilarating spring or
fall tempest that sweeps me away.
I get caught up in it every time,
...it's as if the wind is calling
my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts,
...those gentle giants that sway
back and forth with delight,
as they gracefully bend to and
fro - they get caught up every time,
too, and are surely clapping their
hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a
beautiful bird who was made for nothing more than ascending
to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.

For the beauty of the earth