Poetic Whispers: The Path

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Many are asking questions they haven’t asked before.

Are you one of them?

I am, and I suspect I am not alone.

For all of us, here is a beautiful poem from Gideon Heugh in his new collection: Rumours of Light. Yes, it’s longer than usual, but let it take you by the hand and wander freely this weekend…

THE PATH

You can step away
from the treadmill now.
We both know how tired
you have become; we both know how the noise
has been driving you mad.

I won’t blame you for getting on
in the first place. We were all lied to.
We were all told
that it led somewhere.
Look how many increase the speed
hoping to get there faster;
see how inevitably
they fall.

I am glad to have reached you.
Come away now. Come out into the sun,
into the wind and the rain.
Here is a path.
I cannot tell you how long it is,
or the wonders, the tragedies you will find
around its sharp corners
(but, Christ alive,
if you open your heart as much as your eyes
you will find them).

. . .

I can tell you that it will end in your death –
of course! And why should we forget?

The ground is solid, but softer than you might think.
You can sit down anywhere
and admire the view.
You are encouraged to make a habit of rest.

At many points it will branch off
and you won’t know which path to take.
Do not be convinced that it matters.
But take note of this:
in all places it is wider
than one set of shoulders.

+ Gideon Heugh, from Rumours of Light

Go gently with kindness

~

This week

A conversation with a friend drew my attention to water more profoundly this week. I hope you have enjoyed the ripples and reflections.

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