Writing could help me find my way to where I am traveling.
Merton said this first but it bears repeating
often. In his lifetime he found him
self not so great and yet at times his great him
self shadowed the grounds he walked.
Do we all if we are honest feel
this way? Perhaps I am curious
we are designed this way.
The necessity of light before dark,
day before night,
cold before warm
pain in the pleasure.
We feel small so that
we can feel our immensity.
We are each a stone. Solid and complete.
A story in itself as we sit upon a bookshelf, read back to guests about the time we were found on the mountain trail.
Together we rest one against each other climbing
we make up a grand archway.
Growing we reach until the child of the one we have known so long steps cautiously at first then with full delight onto the
bridge we’ve become.