Lost and wandering
upon endless winding paths,
not fretful,
yet homeless,
a nomad
among camps,
with True North
obscure
in a fading compass,
pole star
finally
comes
into focus.
With God always
beside me,
never do I
walk alone,
but now
I sense clearly
the direction
to go.
My balance
centers,
my axis
stills
with the gravity
of you,
this sweet, gentle
pull.
I may never
reach
you,
but with each step
closer to your glow,
I am no longer lost,
simply enjoying
this road
home.
Poem, image, and audio ©LauraDenise
Laura Denise 
The idea of pilgrimage is such a strong image for me; I love this!
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Thank you. It started with my thoughts about God as my True North, but He has always been beside me; my pilgrimage is more being drawn to something or someone or some place my soul wants me to reunite with. It feels amazing and soothing and undoubtedly true and right to have finally found that long-searched-for path. And I’m oddly not in a hurry to arrive because that particular path truly has so much beauty along the way.
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