poem: Wander into the Wilderness
"a heaven made of stars, fires blazing bright, lights the way home."
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"Wander into the Wilderness"
Wander into the wilderness, where sunlight hits you hot and there are no longer borders between what is permanent and what is fleeting. No edges to define where one might end and another begin. No garden wall around a green and ripened place that might keep a serpent out. No protection from the clawing wind or the oppressive sun spreading out in a wounded sky. No, this is the hard land. The untamed land. A wasteland. Where fear curls itself around you, wraith-like and cold. But, this is also the land of searching and finding. Of death and rebirth. Of restoring what is broken. Of confronting the serpent within, where raspy prayers are offered up under the silvering moonlight, and a heaven made of stars, fires blazing bright, lights the way home. Remember, you too are light; You are made of the stuff of stars.
This poem first appeared in Paddler Press Volume 4: Light
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