A Symphony of Paths

Whenever I spend time at the Grunewald Guild, I always remember the community labyrinth walk. I wrote this poem after the first time I participated in this practice there. It is something I will now look forward to every year. 

Gravel cries out underfoot

a rhythmic percussion

it is beaten down with each step

but in its cry, I hear the heartbeat of God

it is the rhythm to which my life has been orchestrated

in a 3 by 4 measure

so as to always keep me on my toes

I too find myself in the cry of this gravel

like the sound of the African Drum

Sending word of celebration

"Come," it says

"let us feast."