LABYRINTH

To every labyrinth there is a center, 

a destination, a terminal point.

But the whole of it, that is, 

every step of its way is sacred. 

The very moment we place our foot 

upon its threshold the holy begins. 

 

When we reach its core

we don’t simply retrace our steps.

No, as with our memories, 

we walk back upon the same path,  

but from the opposite direction, 

seeing the same scenes and scenarios 

but from a differing perspective. 

 

We may trace invisible footprints 

laid and left by the masses

who traveled here before us 

but still, these are our feet, not theirs.

This is our gait, our stride, our pace.

We can only walk our own labyrinth.

 

So it is with this labyrinth we call life;

Only we can place our own design upon it. 

And though up close, 

each one’s print is delightfully different,

from a distance we can see

we are all surprisingly similar.

 

Yes, our lives are the real labyrinths, 

labyrinths of our own God-like creation

with each step being sacred. The real holy.

All the other ones are but metaphors

lovingly, gently, intimately designed 

to point us wholly to our own,

and to the moment when we place our feet 

upon it at the threshold of each new day 

and the holy begins again. 

 

TODAY.

LET’S GIVE THE WORLD & OURSELVES A GIFT.

LET’S TAKE TIME TO THINK ABOUT OUR LABYRINTH.