Entering the labyrinth

Entering the labyrinth for the last time.
This time there is a seat in the middle,
Where I can gaze at my life and the Lord,
And bathe in peace,
Not just a glance this time,
But a long stare,
Where the warmth fills my bones,
And my soul.

I remain. With gratitude and love.

 

Leave a comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.