Walking the labyrinth in New Harmony, Indiana. A spiritual occurrance. Prose
An inspirational path that beckons a return.
Yea, tho I walk through the maze of this mysterious labyrinth
I will fear no evil for thou art with me every uncertain step of the way
Each puzzling turn I take I wonder is this the correct way?
Then I pause and remember, there is no wrong way
Although It may seem difficult, I am comforted by the gentle breeze that caresses my moist brow
I see the blue sky above with fluffy clouds drifting lazily by
I'm turning another zigzag. Which way?
I see a baby rabbit scampering by
I wonder where it's mama is?
Aha new birth, " A time for planting and a time for harvesting "
Funny, I should think of that scripture?
I'm winding down. It's a straight walk with two directions, one to the right and one to the left
I'm watching the baby rabbit, he's turning left
He must sense his mama is near
I follow close behind and see him run to his mama, so beautiful!
I look up and see an exit sign
I must have chosen the correct path
I wonder what I would've seen if I'd chosen the other way?
My psyche whispers, " You will walk this amazing labyrinth again on another bright sunny day. "
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