Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Unwritten

There is no cartographer's guide the soul
Its river and highways
unique
to the one
it is given.

Uncharted sojourns begin
with our games of hide and seek

We take comfort in physical land marks
Neatly printed on a page
Spaces we can 
border,
outline,
demarcate
with the stroke of a pen
then tidily label
measure and
scale
our eagle-eye 
points of view

But it's the wide open places
that embrace us
beckon more spaces
even in cities
to wander
and wonder
and savor
explore

There's something bigger
A Creator
A desire, at once,
To find and be found
to be known
not alone

The beauty not halved
though it's shared

At the end of our strength and our knowledge
Rivers brim with His mercy and strength