As I walk the path that winds,
I focus on leaving behind:
The fear of failure choking me,
The shame that keeps me far from free,
Those that left me when I fell,
And those who never loved me well.
I leave behind each sin of mine
That claims my mind when I feel fine,
And every need that it be known
That I’m not bad and that I’ve grown.
I leave behind each judging face
That wasn’t there in the first place.
At every turn and every twist,
I drop a shackle from my wrist.
As labyrinth goes on and on,
More weights that hold me back are gone.
Now to the middle, I’ve arrived.
The first of three, I have survived.
I pause a step before I enter,
Not knowing what waits in the center.
In silence now, I stand inside
My heart and soul are open wide.
A seed of holiness is sown,
And I know that I’m not alone.
A voice within, the Silence speaks,
The sacred Presence my soul seeks.
“Take up what things will build your soul,
Leave here your need to keep control.
Live on as what you have become,
Let not your past be bothersome.
This is a gift to you from me:
Turn ’round and walk out differently.”
So this I do in joyous haste,
I must be going, no time to waste.
One cannot wait to move ahead
Because their past is full of dread.
The present now is all that’s here,
The future ever drawing near.
I pick up hope, I pick up peace
I pick up joy, a sweet release.
I nab redemption, pocket strength,
Drop fear (again!) after a length.
I’m at the end, but something’s wrong.
I’m missing something really strong.
Ah, yes, of course! I make some space,
Slapping myself on the face.
The greatest gift from up above,
and from within, I pick up love.
Love for myself and for my kin,
Love for my wife, my child’s grin.
For my enemies, and for the stranger,
That will sustain me in every danger.
Love that clears my eyes to see,
Love that lives life completely.