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Life Labyrinths
Nothing frightful lurks in sacred labyrinths.
No Minotaur inside waits to devour us.
No complex branches exist to confuse us.
Only a single, circular path,
winding back and forth,
silently invites us.
A path sketched on the ground.
A path for prayerful healing
of any monsters in our minds.
A path intended for mindfulness,
peace, and private pilgrimage
toward contemplative centeredness.
As in life, our path curves
and endures sudden detours
and substantial reversals.
Our goal comes closer to us
but then recedes from us
over and over again.
But we can be certain
we’ll eventually enter
that elusive center.
First published in Amethyst Review, 1 July 2022.
© Mark D. Stucky
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| Mark D. Stucky |
Mark D. Stucky has degrees in religious studies and communications. After being a pastor, he became a technical and freelance writer for three decades. During his day job, he documented diverse technology products. In free time, he’s written articles, stories, and poems on many (usually spiritual) topics. For more writings, see cinemaspirit.info.
Mark, I love walking labyrinths. This poem takes me around one.
ReplyDelete“Only a single, circular path,
ReplyDeletewinding back and forth,
silently invites us.”