Wilderness Travelers

Wilderness Travelers

It’s a dark and dreary wilderness
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?

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