I walked the labyrinth with your hand in my pocket
and your voice on my shoulder.
Your shoes walked with me
and we saw that there are barriers in life
and you can jump them sometimes if you want,
but if you do you find yourself someplace
you were supposed to be earlier or later
but not now.
The smoothest way in or out is to follow the path
without leaping the stones, though you know you can,
until you reach the center
where the way of return is not what you think
and is unrecognizable, although it mirrors the way in.
If you don’t follow the path you could be lost in the maze.
I heard your voice say
“It takes a lot of patience, but
what else are we here to do, except follow the path to its end
where it begins again, notice what’s in our way
one foot, then the other
breathing, opening, paying attention.”
I say “I’m so happy to have you on this path with me, so glad you return when I call you, and wistful when you go.”
Tell me a truth”, I say to you
“Tell me what you’ve learned over there after you finished the labyrinth.”
“Things just are” you reply. “Just look and enjoy, there is nothing else to know.”
©Carole Fults photo and poem
5 thoughts on “Angel of the Labyrinth”
I know this one. I love it, too.
Thanks Cathy. The Angel is in a local labyrinth that belongs to a friend.
Superb! So glad we are walking the Labyrinth of Life together yet each in its own individual way! ♡♡♡♡♡
me too. love you Beans.
I wanna use this one on the next Move with Mindfulness/Write with Ease retreat! Another thanks for the wisdom you share with me. (contented sigh)