Wilderness Travelers
It’s a dark and dreary wilderness
we wander in.
At times alone
sometimes in groups
we wander in.
At times alone
sometimes in groups
Searching, but not knowing for what.
In the distance
the mountain beckons.
It seems so large and forbidding.
What is this tugging we feel?
the mountain beckons.
It seems so large and forbidding.
What is this tugging we feel?
We make our way slowly, past the groups of revelers.
Comfort zones like an oasis
we rest for a while.
Somehow we know there is more.
Deep in our souls, a whisper-a promise of greater things,
even joy.
So we continue
closer to the mountain.
Approaching, we find other groups
and hear echos of drums and chants that call to our souls.
They’re marking a path,
but where?
All I can see are boulders
this is the end of the trail.
Or is it?
Debbie Luke
July 2010
closer to the mountain.
Approaching, we find other groups
and hear echos of drums and chants that call to our souls.
They’re marking a path,
but where?
All I can see are boulders
this is the end of the trail.
Or is it?
Debbie Luke
July 2010